on the face of it by Philip F De Pinto
on the face of it
that lone and stark
sequestered pond
where Pan fawns over
swan droppings
is not a calendar
for which Leda can tear
off a page or circle
doomsday
with ringlets of dew drops
but serves only to highlight
the night
which a blond
wigged Hera will soon abscond
01/17/2013 Posted on 01/17/2013 Copyright © 2024 Philip F De Pinto
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