we must carve a consensus

MOON-SHADOW

The Seekers gathered on the shore

of Providence River.

Canonicus (Indian giver)

steered them to festal hearth, & more.

Warm wholeness, understood by all.

We must carve a consensus

like log canoe, he says.

All flows from Manitou – not full

of vanity & pride, but like

a farmer in disguise –

gentle kenosis-

metamorphosis (Nokomis Lake).

The raging trickster flings flaming

orange bars into stream

burnt like a furnace-dream –

a grasping Minotaur, defaming

Imogen... moon-shadow (of the sun

of Man).  Eurydice,

Psyche...  Clover’s Henri,

en camouflage (homespun)...

Light on the river frames a simple

cloverleaf of spring.

Fond Pocahontas-swing

where fern unfurls (from ample

fiddlehead to wavy palm).

Whisper me back to you,

Morning.  The crown’s U-

turn rivets an oak bee-hum.

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