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Athene's Bird
              The Sign

Scarring the olive tree’s bared limb
I perched
rooting eight ivory talons in
feckless foliage from an early spring.

Sunrays reach in demising night
watching gilded eyes
resting on her sight,
a goddess reaching
towards bellowing clouds
that hazed the sun to silence.

A stirring breeze commands
my cryptic wings
to fly like a slave, tethered,
landing gently upon her frame
as if the winds caressed her skin.

In a moment of stillness,
a stream is heard
babbling to stones on its journey
to a place I’ve never been,
where soldiers search the skies
for my flight,

                 the sign of victory.

 

Copyright 2004 Tracey L. Hardie