Goddesses want
to hug themselves.
The saint
flees earth to fly
forever free
in wild splendor
beyond barnstorming.
Roaring over Olympus,
touching the gods,
flirting with angels.
Seraphims gasp
and cover their eyes
as the saint
flits through sky,
vaporizing clouds,
hugging heaven.
~June M. Eggan
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