We pass through each other casually
as though it were not but it is meant to be.
.
Lyrically, the poets are called by it
Sophocles is it? Let me check. Okay. Yes.
Art. Stories. Poetry. Scene.
Drama. Romance. Passion. Intrigue.
Glamour. Fanning Mahhself.
.
Lists Are Exciting.
.
I wrote this a long time ago
but it greets me again
like Miss Sphinx up on Oedipus
by Gustave Moreau
in the American Wing
of the Metropolitan.
