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...nothing stamped with the Divine image and likeness was sent into the world to be trodden on,
and degraded, and imbruted by its fellows. They grasped not only the whole race of men then
living, but... reached forward... seized upon the farthest posterity. They erected a beacon...
– Abraham Lincoln (Aug. 17, 1858)
Your birthday tomorrow, Grandma born
on the 4th of July, 1900 far off there in
Sunset Land I’m thinking of you & of
Great-Grandma J. 2-wheeler captain’s
daughter Jessie O. Ophelia the river-girl
now at the end of this milk-train rainbow
way back in summertime prairiespace O
Jessie, little tree I hear that lonesome horn
wail my old St. Anthony trystle-humlet
suspended 7th plunged into black earth
a shiny hinter-horn of milky lanthanum
(dawn-anthem) & Amaranthousa sets
her Pocahontaseal a Morning Star some
menorah-constellatio over 50 more their
hard-earned stripes a chord (accord) for
ear attuned to Jubileeday (freequilibrium)
only a promise of soul liberty (Everyhew-
manever) under these stars their birthright
mine may be new birth of freedom (night
brings dawn) the sun of justice risen again
to bloom as once on earth in stable born
out of the Pharaoh’s precinct into happiness
just over Jordan (almondejoie) by wilderness
to mercy forgiveness peace a Restoration
of all things beneath two tender-tending wings lark
tempering my mumbling well, contrapuntal polar
sarabande (labor & rest yin & yang). Soar,
7/4 to 4x7 : welded annealed (almond birchbark)
7.3.12
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