In HB Hotel, a banquet server
toting hors d’oeuvres, gazing out
the enormous fourth story lobby glass,
elderly patrons leisurely passing
through the honeycomb halls, sunset
dolloping red-orange over
the little mountain city vista,
blue-bunched carpet unrolling behind.
Just so, Urania tells Minerva the story of Ceres
searching for Proserpina and the tangential
Arethusa in her foreign Elean fountain
home where Diana hid her as water.
Arethusa, perpetual foreigner, rugged heiress.
Alabaster teeth, infinite teeth, rend me
asunder, fulsome and warm from dreams.