See how those Tuscan cities rise
like dandelions in the April sun,
ablaze with pollinated ben comun,
the solidarity of parish bees
sworn to barn-raising (in sweet
conventicles). Across a burnt-
sienna chessboard, over gaunt
republican piazzas, the Paraclete
(pseudonym for tennis bum
or mild-eyed hobo) poses a zig-
zag clue (lilac for fig), figuring
clematis, climax forest (arboretum
allegoricum). Red bloom
with dusty feet, thorns -
Assisi vagabond (he scorns
not Poverty) - bridegroom
dawdling (someday... eternally).
In sheepish green
of roadside weeds - in San
Francisco (Ramirez portfolio).
- slowly, slowly, he bumbles toward some meaningful expression...