The pine, my brooding companion,
Vies with the stars for my gaze
And reaches out with rust-fringed paws
for a pagan embrace.
A temple of bird and bat goddesses
A nymph of a squirrel, or two
Fall asleep among needle lattices.
This mini Olympus is viewed
By a new constellation,
Through the haze, streetlight glare
Three star coquettes shine (in vain?)
To skew the balance to the Divine.
This star bikini is pierced by a noisy airplane.
And my will
Is slowly lulled…
My Olympus in near/far swing,
And the moon’s gown is dulled
By the skidmarks of weekend car treks
And cacophony of libertine tracks.
Swingtime in the front yard
© Copyright: Athena, 2005
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