MARGARET DUDA

Gestation

The prow has reached the ornate gate.

The sleek, uplifted form in black
that glides across canals with ease
has come to rest, and waits untethered
for a someone to appear within the house,
behind a parting curtain at the grille
or at-the-ready at the vine-twined gate.

There's nothing but eternity at risk.

ROBERT LIMA