where everything is born

GREAT BRIDGES

When summer is a woven synthesis

of differences, a music

of what happens, homesick

Hobo thinks of Providence – yes,

Ocean State – that tiny place

where everything is born.

Microcosm, on a horn

of sea-salt... on a wave of seamless

grace.  There dreamt his dream

of mater Giuliana,

in her moss-green llama-

shawl (Francescan almond-gleam

within Ravenna).  Dante found Christ

in Beatrice’s almond joy;

hypostasis in our eye;

omnipresence of the Holy Ghost.

That fusion in Jerusalem –

gemstone of solid air;

communion of river

& sky great bridges ravel, hem

by curving hem (triplicate

unruffled grace).

Traveling eucharist,

friendship seal... rose safety net...

personification (into human

rainbow) of a humble

kiss.  Gold bumblebee,

sweet Henry-awk... sunken, risen.

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