An aberration in my eyeglasses
gives me a tiny bright star next to Venus,
down and to her right, as if
her hand is curled in a fist,
I like to think of Venus
with a fist—a soft
Tai Chi fist with all the strength
of exquisite balance behind it.
Love-and-Beauty smiling a lazy smile,
knowing that hate-and-ugliness
is nothing but a nattering nuisance,
a foolish foe with no notion at all
of her power.