On Chartres

by Patricia Reed

shadowed by pigeons, the iron bones
opaquely phlegmatic under the tickling ash trees.

her rails lightly fingered by a passerby
queen’s brail wrought with beaks and pinions

they cluck at her arches, at her bluesy smoke glow,
at her sinewy legs, smooth masonry inexhaustible

beneath the bright flashes cleaving
to her as diatoms under the sunlight.

a torchlight sentry cannot deny him his gawking
only stands there threadbare against the throng

quietly pointing the possibility of another way.

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