TROMPETTE MARINE
Giuliana opens a ceramic shop
on Ravenna back street.
The “Old Man of Concrete”
surrounded by gray pots of slop
paints himself into a nearby corner;
Giuliana’s little boy
paralyzed (Guillain-Barré?)
plays with his yellow gyroscope. Her
lover mopes, lost... (ambivalent
professional). Red Desert,
Deserto Rosso. Hurt
blooms in the sea-salt spring (Lent...
Easter). Lofty kind eyes in shadowed
stone (Pantocrator, &
Theotokos) still stare down
from hollow warehouses (A.D. 600).
Green buds are just emerging here,
Psyche, Persephone
in center of the country
(Center, N.D.). Land mass, a sphere
from sea to sea (theoretically) –
a glop of potter’s clay
in solar roundelay;
Palm Sunday to Good Friday (bloody
travesty, Ford Theatre). Then
the turtle at the finish line
emerges from the brine
reborn – Rabbit in acute cartoon
(Metamorphosis at Minnaheehee
Falls). Dante, Beatrice
step through the sun (hey
ey yo) astride Dakota prairie
hoisted on stray lambswool thread
like Vallejo’s poncho
(wheat-gold Paris gaucho-
robe) or galactic Temple shroud
woven from smoke of calumet
& Camels (veteran
Guillaume a crimson crown
swathed round his beaming pate)
so Theseus & Ariadne circle-dance
the gold pavement grey Chartres
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matrix womb of silence
& clear light joy of the makers
On an upward path, the labyrinth
becomes a spiral, &
the Minotaur’s command
the envy of a shadow (absinthe
green). Your quipu-knot records
an anchor weight – the rings
of one stone, tempering
the river-sweeps... only soft words
like flute-sounds, scattered seeds.
Stricken Giuliana,
limping hopeful Natasha –
Nadezhda, too – resilient reeds
walk in solemn palm procession
round the sea-wall
& the sparse green hill;
the bald truth of clay passion
& its aftermath high keening
sea-bell through seraphic blue
the ultramarine (Pacific
hue). Jonah always coming, going
always being born out of the waves
of infinite agape
lifts old sails away
for Columbia & Liberty she waves
the light torch over homely harbors
mangers of refugees
fleeing plaited Caesars
(their cracked saucer seizures)
as the integral of furnace fiddleheads
the deep-sprung source
of Everyland smokes Morse
code goodness penetrating sadness
like undying Hope into the arms
of Osip or Goldie the Finch
your friend in the clinch
of Hart’s woe John’s alarms
the desolation of a lonely child
a hearth-star shines for her
the safety net saves her
Love blazes from the center wild
onlie-Begetter mild trompette marine
4.13.17
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