Larooney's Mother Watches The Stars Poem by Patti Masterman

Larooney's mother watches the stars
To find a husband for homely Larooney:
She should've been
A man herself; then she could sit
And count the colors in her head, but now
She waits beside the stream,
Straight-laced, billowy, serene-
Engulfed by the circumference of magnitude
And the icicles floating
From her fingertips
Are salty drops
Without a source
Within her empty soul.
Quaverless, she swallows evening dew
And sunset rust settles softly down
In brittle remorse.