a little more Fontegaia today...

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              I had thought the affair of only local importance.  It did not
              occur to me that it had spread beyond the territory.
                              - Oakley Hall, Warlock

 
The plumbline   O my soul
troubled the water   O my soul
broken King Pharaoh   O my soul
limped by the pool   in the old photo

 
the days flit by   like a shadow
in a dream, he says   I am that shadow
slipping   by & by   in the lullaby, O
my soul   mn mn mn   the waters go

 
ha ha ha   the fountains flow   laughing
& falling   ha hee ho   strange blue J-milk
for manna-sip   in the old mosaic (Lake Mille Lacs)
chipped away   by its own stone stream (humming

 
just up ahead of me)  & so she heads   domewards
a little jellyfish   (my coracle &   blushing rose)
to the dancing source   & nobody knows her
like I do   the bubble I seen   float (Frisbee-

 
like) homewards   her 8 little bells on
8 little toes   in the Sparrow Hills or
Mendelssohn   flow, flow'r   Flor
for the gardener (him with the oaken iron

 
spade   & '52 speedboat) borne on a barge
upstream   at the end of May   (a cardinal card
upturned   a 9 of hearts   before the clobbered
Jack)   O my soul   a moth   at the margin

 
of the painted screen   at the edge of birth
where the long dream rounds   unties the knot-
torn heart beside   the plumbline,   Juliet (well-
sign,   jewel &   madeleine... my   muttered earth)

[p.s. note : the ancient Roman name for Siena was Saena Julia]