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Like Leda’s Hips
The swan, like Leda’s hips,
isn’t interested in geometry.
In soft black chalk, the swan
is all curves, reaching back
toward Leda’s torso, open
beak, bending his S-shaped
neck toward the true tree
of knowledge. Leda, full
of grace, turns away without
violence, without weapons,
without geometry, until she
and the swan are trapezoids,
purely man-made shapes
found nowhere in nature.
And then they disappear.
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Ah-h those Greek myths and our original sins!
Lovely.