Here’s to you
for being a material girl
in a material world!

But where are you,
Louise,
now that you’ve
passed through the wall
between soil and spirit,

into a dimension
where abide
leaf hidden fairy,
the unconsumed burning bush,
Avalon in mist,
Kaballah mystery,
a tombs stone rolled aside?

How did you find that door?

Did a sexy voice in a secret riff
seduce you over to the other side?
Or did you simply vogue
through gaps between atoms,
discovering yourself, feather draped,
in an angel chorus line,
vamping with the Goddess?