Long View

Long View
 
The card for strength,
for lust, is lurid—
naked woman astride
a lion with seven heads,
her own head thrown back,
reins draped loosely over one arm,
the other lifting the womb
of all she’s seen and known
up to the sun.
 
It’s my card,
always has been,
born strong as I was,
and under a desert sun.
To be this strong
at my age, though,
doesn’t show
unless I pass
another woman my age
or am pulled,
as I am now,
under circling hawks,
their calls abrasive,
directional.
Two hawks
counterclockwise
glide and scream.
One woman
circling the streets
screams back.
 
S. Robbins, from Readings, Aug 11, 2020

Category: Poems, series    

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