Tin Mirror

All my poems are local, parochial, topical, occasional, & universal.  I can't resist the temptation to hawk & honk them from the rooftop, hot off the grill.  Por favor, please share if you like.  Xerox them.  Paste them on your mirror.  Gracias!

TIN MIRROR

The color of those clouds, above

that soaring pine (her arms

flung wide, green Miriam

bedecked with cones) – vague echo of

El Greco, Michelangelo –

a bit marmoreal.

Disconsolate King of Coal,

Concrete... former Numero Uno,

about to send tears stumbling down

again...  So we sketch the local

monarch.  Him we all

know (Only-Two-Well).  Then someone

in Michoacán – Rosario Ocampo,

maybe – fashions a fine

tin mirror, sealed with twin

doves on double doors (closed, now)

& mails it to a mountaintop

in Galilee (just north

of El Grotto). The earth

is in travail, he murmurs – ope

mi puerta – up periscope, Jésus!

Stormclouds part for a flint

moment (lightning) – slate,

smile!  El rey ha muerto, vivez

le rêve!  From grassland salience

(Tower Hill, or Mount

Zion) her milkweed font

purls into sylvan stream (pine-sense).

    6.25.15