What was it she brought
to the city from afar—
with chorded calves,
a naked glow, a balm,
with coils and vises
of wised-up ópheis,
the twining, tangled vine
from some waylaid time,
and gold and crimson
aflame like sunrise sky
around her lucent eyes?
With those silky calves,
her footsteps underneath,
she eased the grip of time.
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