What cheer, Netop?

WESTERN STAR

Words gather round you, little tree

of Providence – little pine

of memory, blue-green

as the sea.  An Itasca task for me,

to reckon the source of poetry –

freshwater Ocean State

from a spring so shy, so late!

– in the heart of Hobo’s Mississippi.

Like a calm symmetry between

twin Mirror Lakes... maize

mazes, where she stakes

me down (tied at the bow to green

apple root)... under the granite gate

at Prospect Terrace – Roger’s

benevolent dream-sponge,

soaking up querulous fear & hate

& wringing them out upon a font

of Narragansett friendship.

What cheer, Netop?

hails the raven-tested testament

of human fellowship – fond canoe

of rational amphibian,

this turtledove Leviathan

who swallows all to bear Jonah anew.

Buoyant almond of my soul... you are

that copper-penny Liberty

harboring everyone for free –

between Caesar & God, one Western Star.

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