The
perfect operating system
Appeared
yesterday at midnight.
She has
a jewelled navel and,
With
archly pointed pedality,
Limns
the flatted calf while
Dancing
in all the other keys
That
dangle from night's waist.
No clef's
too wide for her
To bridge,
nor coda too abstruse.
I sent
her out to peddle dreams:
She'll
be back -- a billionaire.