This March Afternoon

Pride kept me away.

Her eyes, indelicate

as they were,

were there nonetheless

and her eyes guided

me into the recesses of my own

untrackable

world, oh goddesses

did I like Harpagus crave a future rule

of this world as over the years I grow older?

A bitter clot of time rides in my throat

and Nay once again the Graces say.