Absorbed
by Suzene Campos

Looking out at winter skies
through glass gone frosted in the cold,
the youngest X-Man pets absently
a purple scarf with eyes of gold

Far away, her thoughts linger
of victories won throughout the day
against alien foes and one man's mind
not on fond gaze that flicks her way

She doesn't guess that her soothed pride
will one day seem the least of things
Or that the truest heart she'll ever know
beats between a pair of leathern wings