Totem. Kathleen Culver.

Totem

 On the black bull with curved horns 
 a pudgy little man sits  cross-legged 
 Control of passions, my father said.
  
 A girl and boy take turns 
 somersaulting over 
 bulls, placing hands on the back 
 flipping between the horns. 
 Playing with danger, my mom said.
  
 Another voice calls, 
 Come here, says Selene, 
 the bull-horned moon goddess,
 I open my crescent arms to you. 
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