25

 
Quiet agave in the desert lifts
a solitary mast (for listening).  Rush
of wind, ache of rue.  Sift of ash
from old volcano.  Local glyphs

 
of weather and millennia - cuneiform
sparrow-tracks, flute-prints... you
dear dry green spine, curlicue
clay (my snail-scale home).

                     
             *

 
Tiny town of Massa Maritima
(Siena's miniature hill-neighbor)
houses festal phantasmagoria
(Lorenzetti, Maesta) -

 
rapt saints, apostles zone that gloze
('mid gilded violas, crowns, bouquets,
rhapsodic Faith-Hope-Charity displays)
on one small kiss (melodic honey-maze).