We were young then, brash
and strong: we rode the curve of the earth

—proud bellies, big breasts:
the knobs of our spines threw sparks

and the shadows we cast across the land
dogs mistook for storms.

Each morning we unleashed our hair: long
feral locks that flew in the solar wind.

The bellows of our chests would stir
the tops of monstrous trees

and song birds sheltered
in the thickets of our thighs.

We were brave then — goddesses:
careless with love.

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