The problem with Galileo was love of the convex
dreams of dips and shallows, a slight rise. She flew in

a mirror, richly reflecting his telescope, leading
her to a life-long distrust of optical devices.

Steam made hot fog on the window,
but she was raised in Michigan and remembered

cold as a January theory of universal gravity pulling
snow from hard clouds. She lacked

a Grecian admiration for circles, knowing
she was only another planet in his parabola of deceit.