Having adopted early on
the agon of the aggrieved
abandoned goddess
virginal in its conception
as a barren amphitheater
all her life flicking back
her hair long and oval yellow
sad Madonna of the doll-like poem
and sundown walks
hurling thunderbolts
at her last lover
when it’s really her first
she misses those horses on the shore
and the sea greater than the darkness
of her love turned hate for him.
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