My Brush with a Diana

just about a perfect ruin

her temple

for sin or it’s approximation

she cares only for modern accouterments

though some are centuries old

as I am tonight

I was turning left

and running right smack dab into mythology

a stag in the forest shaking off the cold winter snow

as I am tonight alone

nursing powdered chocolate

so far up the mountain

it’s a suicide ski down it’s face

so you simply tuck and roll and roll

till you land on heaven

or that Currier and Ives print

Switching seats with Lee

at Appomattox

or it's approximation

just about a perfect vessel

for that dream to shake off on a cold winter's morning