into marble carved
or brass molded
eyes wide watching all
geometries and angel-clouds
scudding across the darkening sky
spangled cold but expanding
always knowing what was what is
and what will come sweeping over
the curved wall of the horizon
the moment she spreads her wings

[Hillary Lyon is editor for the small press poetry journals The Laughing Dog, and Veil: Journal of Darker Musings. She holds an MA in Literature from SMU. Her work has appeared recently in Red River Review, Scifaikuest, and Red Fez. She lives in Southern Arizona.]