ARBOR DAY
The wave-factor on a riverboat
differs downstream (or
up). Rocking the shore
like thread of Agnes Martin’s Night
Sea. & we are far from home.
Waves of corny grain,
of grass, of wheat... Main
Street. Grant Wood’s metronome.
He lived four blocks from Henry Negus.
Farmer turned lawyer-
transportation czar
(bus co.) in Iowa City – is
my namesake (great grandfather).
Quaker-shlepherd genehaulogy.
American Gothic, see (flea!) –
straight from dry-humus bow-bent flower.
Arbor Day. Planting families
of fanatics in the grass –
another word for pass
the ammunition, Grandma. Crazies,
huh? All-American. Beyond
the scope of Scopes Trial,
Solomon... we’re all
afloat upon some stinkin’ frogpond
paddle-wheeler. Gothic was light
pontoon (Jerusalem).
Grail-Sepulchre rim.
Gitchee-Pollen-Air, up & walkin’... right?
7.15.18
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