A girl steps out of a shadow
and dissolves into sunlight—over and over
it plays out like protozoa backpedaling under
an eyelid, a burning photo.

I try to grasp at her meaning
but in one blink she’s gone
like the fox that trips across my lawn
so quietly all I hear is my breathing.

There she is again—the girl, her dance,
wreaking havoc on my mind
which never ceases to rewind,
leaving me reeling in war’s trance.