the trumpery of tusked bore

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)