Only men luxuriate
On bird-looped sands
Dreaming their beauty
And burning
Silently burning
COUP
Only women equilibrists
On a high-wire taut
Between cliffs
Dreaming their summits
And turning
Silently turning
COUP
A woman dove
Backwards
Vaulting space
A man feinted endlessly
Forward:
Soft-clawed descent into
Bright clash of feathers
Till the dove forgets
To prey upon
The hawk:
REVOLUTION
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