6-way pearlosphere

SHADY GROVE

Water & limestone, flowing water

& flint.  One flinty poet.

Raven (Cautantowwit)

bent southwest... shady potter

evening the light patter

into one plate

(a starfish template).

Love knit into the gray matter –

after Apollo’s leaf-shaken by Laura

& Guillaume flutes his

last letter to Texas

(chère Annie della Santa Povera).

Orpheus mining for Eurydice

or Hobo for a spare soul

bear witness to the whole

arcade of an elliptical theodicy –

the love that filters through the frame

of selfishness, into the wheel

of goodness nonpareil –

along a zigzag trail (from shame

to limpid sunshine, fear to hope).

This labyrinth of green

copper, spring’s has-been

graven into will-be – mighty trope

of Lincoln profile, lifting from

rust-brown decades

(gilded cage, parades...)

– an infinitesimal infant hum

              *

like flute-call of a one-stringed

gusle, or trompette

marine – sweet lure set

looping gracefully from stringent

steel twin pillars – fleet trimaster

launched on azure wave-

arc from the knave-

matrix of simian disaster –

Noah’s rhombus of acacia,

world-gathering lantern-

ship of ringèd Saturn

bowed with figurehead (Columbia)

of grey rain   hummin being

or bee hummin   human

              *

bird   shade   Galilean

Nazir   nightingale   circling

like adamant flint iamond

or polyalmond eye

within the 6-way

pearlosphere   Warlpiri-monde

or center of Center, N.D.

where Black Elk springs

his sundance rings

of omnipresent dove-activity

so dive in   dive to the divine

drive-in   twine-chariot

of agate Agape   knot-

spun to lift   into ascension-heaven

              *

Franklin Bridge repair is almost done.

The river flows midéwé way

toward Memorial Day.

We spiral back where we’ve begun.

That granite portal of an Ocean State

where Roger steps from his

canoe – old Prospect Terrace,

over Providence – rêve-songs originate

there, looking west (toward St. Louis

& Frisco).  Late May

brings Rhody Statehood Day,

centenary of JFK (his Newport, ours) –

& in Paris (1913) Apollinaire

beheld the Rite of Spring

before Great War (engulfing

Earth in violence... pity... despair).

A tiny hummingbird speeds blossomward.

Grey sound-waves buzz

like microscopic doves

or bees around oak honey-hoard.

They’re everywhere.  The hollow tock

of woodpecker foretells

a carillon (death-knells,

birth-pangs) – oak droning, Knock.

It shall be opened.  The shady grove

teems into restoration.

Cup-bearing dome-creation.

Wine-stained Milky Way (Manitou-trove).

5.25.17