She writes of balconies
in Bulgaria, touching  

the nose of a horse
in a film about a new country  

where she dons
a Superman T-shirt  

wielding pen
as warrior/worrier  

mother to den
of poets who gather  

when she beckons/calls
to arms voices  

who holler injustice
and seek peace/place  

uniting unlikely
fellows intent  

to lean forward
to understand accents