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Rainbow Boulevard,
Aphrodite
Even in my rear-view mirror,
She dances.
White cloud stalks across the country. It
is but my
Eyes that cannot discern their motion.
White cloud hovers above the
mountains.
In my rear-view mirror I see the slant
where the sunshine stops upon the mountain.
Above this line is grey shadow cast by
the white cloudmass overhead. Below,
The broad rock shines out beneath,
A cascade of blood red and metal
brown.
The cold stone above the slanted line
swells and gathers within the shadow.
It would be more ancient than the bright
rock beneath.
The line would press the bright rock down
upon the flat land,
And the rock gleams redder yet for being
pinned.
In the vast blue overhead the white
clouds take the brunt of Sunshine.
Their soft fringes blaze gold. They are
the daimones of Apollo,
Who stirs the high thin air with His
radiance
To set motion to the world. Hers, the
grace between two dancers.
Cloud and close behind it shadow of cloud
glide across the desert floor.
And now the slanted line is drawn upward
as the cloudmass rolls northeast;
As it rises, the mountain is slowly bared
in light.
I am held. On orange and yellow sheets I
write your praises on the dashboard.
Cloudburst. My car is open.
Cold rare water, now steadier,
And the scent of sudden desert
rain.
The raincloud quickly yeilds to the
reasserted shining of the Sun.
The asphalt is licked a proud slate
blue,
And all about me,
The red cars' redness stands
emboldened.
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Io Aphrodite. Todd Jackson
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