Daphne Runs

Daphne runs, fades in and out of the trees.  Swaying slowly, boughs bend.  In and out of trees.  Vines, ivy clings to her ankles.  Daphne fades in and out like a radio, loud and then to silence.  Willow by the river.  The brush scrapes her wrists and cheeks.  In and out like a television.  Clarity and then nonexistence.   Silence under leaves.  Fading.  Her cheeks are white petals.  White noise.  Wet petals, wet blooms.  Running, fading in and out of the trees.