Bold
unbothered
befuddled ones,
demidivinities
in print
or betimes on stage,
Winged Victories of Samothrace
come to life, melodic and blithe,
shedding accessories, barely
mastering the art of losing:
I exalt your opulent topographic charms
but dwell on the bumptious imperfections, surfacing
like transposed near-homophones or
consonants dropped
postpositively.
A light! O
amazing heiress of trailer-park grace:
you're at sea, sharp
as ataxia, head back,
amuse[d].
Douglas J. Ende
Vashon Island
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