radical carrot

PACIFIC GATES

All the dry seeds go back

into the clay, like these

on their wand of wheatgrass

(like a gold cattail against a black

park bench).  A nut curves over the sky

for this brown recluse (Hobo

on his own West Branch).  So

a midnight Isis took her milky way –

a stone skipped into Petersburg to say

all things are equally beloved

in the chaste eye (earth-

shaked adamant Columbiad of Liberté).

The hungry crowd rages for opportune

justice – the pumpkin man

bugling Promised Land –

& like the ravenous orange trumpet-vine

we cling to dreams of Mendelssohn

& good old days...  So let

the radical carrot

root deep in Galilee – a love so alien

& corny, only Beats & donkeys

out on Frisco Bay can see;

for you just as for me –

as for Akhmed, Aunt Bea & Weldon Kees,

each everyone – this equity applies.

Let go the superflux!

yawps Lear, & let the buck

stop here – behold Pacific Gates arise.

11.10.16