Wuti Dwyane

Wuti Dwyane
if I could write under any other name
it would be hers
for she is me
at least in part
an old Japanese man inhabiting the dark
astral plane
first class
champagne 
and enough leg room 
for the Terlingua 5 mile
so advanced in age
toddling like a child
hands clasped
behind her back
face to face
with every miracle