Spring, a project of the Earth.
While she waits for Homo Sapiens
to get over his aggressions –
revert to innocence (a Maypole mirth).
In the beginning... all the begins
of the Beguines... the big
of river-prairie syncopations...
I went down into the Bottomland,
down to Monk’s Mound.
A Mississippi sound,
a tuning fork of lightning (&
thunder). I looked into my hand
& felt a gentle eye
look back (speaks Ioway).
Fishnet... veil of mystery... grand
Isis-Life. Her cryptic tripod
out of Flanders fields
(a Jenna-quivering) yields
Triple-Flem – from Seeker linchpad
over Providence, through keystone
arc, westward... stray
crois (her sunset Gate) –
one orange firetread in the ozone,
warped on muddy waters (surging
to Lousanna). So
the shield of Buffalo-
Mandan feathers her circlet (corralling).