white trunks, brown foliage
green fir, blue sky
the shimmering image propels a leaf
loose flowing white-armed Hera
leading the thunder-hurling
ankle-winged, lyre-strumming crew
the trim flotilla streams by me
watching-from-the-lee-shore
long-past-the-time-of-Greek-gods
mortal that I am — each god
I mean ship, I mean leaf
weaves through tapestry
warped in water drawn by sun
once a song of Homer
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