2.02.2006

something mini-medieval from The Grassblade Light :

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I built a way-too-delicate
ship-in-a-bottle and threw it
into the sea. Was it Lucky
or Sophie – or only


Titanic ox taught to float
too soon toward no one?
A wheel was borne
down to the delta (a


paddle-wheeler, lazy
catamaroon) into New
Orleans, like an ark of J
d'Esprit
or some Degas


jetty-gazetteer-in-brick
Isaac molded for gargoyle
atop Notre Dame. Soil-
heavy, a thrown-back


blue-gill forehead-
figured she-Marie or
Rust & Rosie O'Green
maybe – a Marian, sad-


happy-again at the
cap-tall pen-arcadia
turkey-shoot. A florid,
a rapt – windjimmirror.


Some medieval mother
wounded by arrows. Your
forged seventh to the fourth is
one loft-angle-barn green anchor.



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