She was e l u s i v e . She was t o d a y . She was t o m o

She was  e l u s i v e .
She was  t o d a y .
She was  t o m o r r o w .
She was the faintest scent of a cactus flower, the flitting shadow of an  e l f   o w l .
w e    d i d    n o t    k n o w    w h a t    t o    m a k e    o f    h e r .
In our minds we tried to pin her to a corkboard like a butterfly,
but the pin merely went through and a w a y   s h e   f l e w .