Spring is here and so is she, ready at her broken mirror, by a crashing sea, she is going back to nowhere, to herself wandering the shoreline of broken arrows, to retrace her steps to where she got lost, and found him instead. She was no longer near the big city, but it was lodged in her mind, to tower of babel remade for the dollar, and she twisted near the waves as if to tempt the dolphins, outside her sight, playing near a life boat.