(After JKD’s “Athena”)
See azure, hard snows; hear winds.
The barred window mirrors the rough, red arc.
Shuddered of her; she sprang out,
torrid, tidal, her face ancestral, brazen.
Her obsidian defiance,
Her stillness, her gazelle flight.
Wedded to bronze, to arrow shafts,
riding air, she shadows the meridian.
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