SHADY RIVER
Hobo goes with the flow of things,
he sinks into the green
entanglement of vine
& grape, the stream’s faint ripplings.
His logos is a Lincoln knot
scratched into driftwood
while Turtledove cooed
overhead (so reads Coyot’).
The knot binds everything, as with
her singing spine, the Argo
bound over il Mar Nero –
Noé’s noeud of adoration (myth
turned moth turned monarch seal).
Echoes from a cave
one vanished brave –
Love’s breadcrumb, who became a meal.
All come to bloom in memory...
as the canoe in the garage
scented with Micòl-image
breathes again inscript in Bassani.
A grail of dew sprinkles the summer grass
with Hobo’s oasis-gems;
yearning no one condemns
uplifted where it shall not pass –
into that monarch-realm of dark cedar
where a thrush warbles
& salt breeze marbles
lilac dusk (by Po-Boy River).
5.22.18
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