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Late at Night
Look there--
leaving Athena’s shoulder,
flying down from Olympus,
the wise owl with expanded wings
crowns solemnly the top of cedar.
The owl is lacking for a swan’s grace,
but the keen and golden eyes
read all the books of darkness
in the still of night…
The owls, night butterflies among the birds.
The cobwebs of imagination--and white bunny.
A ladybug upon a whitethorn leaf.
A flush is like a flight of arrows
from Eros’s bow.
The bow is life as well as death:
now Eros’s bow, now Ares’s.
The bow of Eros--and the curve of time.
And final unexpected twist in plot.
