"What I See"
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What I See:
Well-scrubbed scribes
trudging to their offices.
Royal officials
spilling from an all-night symposium.
What I Don't See:
The wise,
problem-solving,
monster-slaying
King of Thebes.
What I See:
Master craftsmen.
Their apprentices.
Supplicants.
Messengers.
Litigants.
Slaves.
What I Don't See:
The beautiful young queen
who commands resepct with her voice,
her face,
her eyes,
her sharp-like-a-predator's teeth.
What I See:
The smoldering house
where Zeus,
long ago,
granted Semele's final request.
The thin gray wisps
still rising
from her ashes.
What I Don't See:
The twin princes,
younger than me,
but already so deadly with spear and bow.
What I See:
Backs turned.
Eyes that slide away from mine.
A shouting wheelwright who calls me Pandora.
As a joke?
For my tight grip on the jar?
Except that hers still held a bit of hope.
What I Don't See:
The princesses,
my friends,
my cousins,
my playmates,
who might have waved goodbye
as I stumble across the hilltop citadel
and out through the Gate of Udaius.