Ascent 

There is a different world, underneath. The notes, the wind, suggest Unfurling 

Angles, precise Bellows. Great white wings aloft Unfolding, Raise sonorously amidst Skyscrapers. 

Like that? I ask. That’s good, she said. It can be black And white and crisp or soft and Tense-full. But, In every case Avenging.