CREOLE GREEN
In my republic of grey matière
all things have dignity –
50 states of Jubilee
emerge from one low rustic star.
The akme of the chaste vision
loops down from innocence;
a catenary salience,
the smile of your companion.
Coke’s helm of liberty-in-law
(old holm oak in the woods)
frames acorn neighborhoods –
spun west from Berkeley’s awe
& Williams’ magnanimity –
raying from Rhodian gate
one starry Ocean State
to Frisco Bay profundity
(Pacific fiat through a lilac door).
Woodblock villains rage
across a cypress stage
the trumpery of tuskèd bore;
rich mythologies advance
boast-predator Power;
a tiny violet flower
planted at the Gate’s entrance
beams back toward Rhodos-Liberty
her creole-green
& blazing copper sheen –
one steadfast statute in the harbor, she.
10.10.16
Roger Williams Memorial, Prospect Terrace (Providence)
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