That evening she painted her nails metallic rose,
placed the opal on her finger, and walked
down the block to a party in the moss garden.
A friend held her hand, getting involved
with the milky luminescence of the ring.
Before long he was telling her how his uncle
loved to float down the river with a favorite cow.
And indeed that bovine figure was a fabled swimmer.
The river had a bluish tint and swirled slowly
beneath the trees. The cow with a hoop in its nose
swam on a rope near his uncle. This uncle, who had
lived alone his whole life, always spoke of the cow.
By some accounts, both could be seen as flying.