lions of Apollo
guard his Delian temple
among bursts
of wild poppies
clambering for the heavens
.guard his Delian temple
among bursts
of wild poppies
clambering for the heavens
I run the color red over Father’s free-floating columns drawn on paper, shading the emptiness between them green, compromising purity of shape. With a pencil, I taper the columns with shallow flutes, setting them onto stylobates. I sketch the abacuses and place them on capitals. Standing back, I gaze at the towering pillars, imagine them pulling loads. I reach for another pencil, thicken the walls around me and slowly tilt back my head.
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by Dru Philippou
Taos, New Mexico
originally published in Modern English Tanka, Spring 2009
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