in the acorn dome

GREEN HOME

This August light is equal everywhere

& tender in its knowingness

of time & our faiblesse.

Impartial good is manifest to share.

The little boy with yellow gyroscope

hugged tight by Giuliana

on a sidestreet in Ravenna

sketches balance, equilibrium – her hope

the son grows like a sunflower

to soar into some wide

limpid Italian countryside

(gold into golden sunshower).

A rooted pine on point of land

or evergreen holm oak,

each invisible spoke

of living soul is regal, understand –

an incognito King or Queen

en masque as servant

on this earth, blent

in a bond of I with You (unseen,

but felt).  Substance of the sole command

of natural law (to love,

to love, to love) – above,

below – from Providence, Rhode Island

to an anchored grandeur on Pacific strand.

Whispered from acorn dome –

cherished green home

whose restoration here is promised (planned).

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