Silhouette


The poet belongs

to no one. No one

identifies with me. 

A poet’s wings understand physics,

soaring, high and free. 

See her standing there

not flesh or bone.

Just a shadow figurine, 

the sun respecting her

glossy, supple and sanguine.

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