down by the Rio Espiritu

CAVERN-KITCHEN

Cottonwoods mime autumnal Golgotha

down by the Rio Espiritu –

Eli, Eli, why have you...?

– branching-out concavex vesica

(tree become history).  Now the mirror

of round Galilee reverts

as when murky Po River’s

backward film flows to Ravenna shore;

magnetic gravity of Mary

reels the molting dove

into the tumult of

new-found Columbia’s eyrie –

cavern-kitchen full of Piero’s light,

her mummer’s earthbound feet

tap blessings to the fleet

in spires of crane-dance patter-flight.

The almond is a little tree

whose acorn eye marks

spoken blooms – arcs

from a sparkling diamond sea

triangulating stainèd glass

from humped Cahokia

to Saarinen-eye.

A speeding Spirit of St. Louis

soars to Notre Dame & Chartres;

steep-waltzing Trinity,

one 1-3-2 will be

your eagle-masque (dive, mère-maître).

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