Toni Leonetti

Have you met her? You may tonight on your giant Web. A version of her, at least, edited by spiders who tore and embroidered, careless of design. Search for The Beautiful Alda at Sacra di San Michele. You’ll find a girl chased by soldiers bent on assault. She sought refuge in the Abbey anchored atop Mount Pirchiriano and clouds dizzy as she— —running past fortress walls, up the Staircase of Dead where monk skeletons lay in niches, out the Zodiac Door carved with regnant stars, up, up to the Tower now given her name, where boots and arms stretched.