SOME PALLADIUM
Say we come back to the place of 4
paradisal rivers, & find
it’s a limestone seed-rind
west of St. Lou. What’s left to explore?
& that grand, sane, towering grainy-mother
is closer, more real
than royal – more U.S. steel
than Byzantine gold (your equal sister-
brother). How did we get here?
Some palladium of Lamb-
Seeker, out on a limb,
lean-to from Providence canoe... Roger –
halfsome Grain Elevator Song, mayhap
(May 29) – his Pentecost
a Rhody smoke-hole, tossed
southwest, southwest (tornado giddy-up).
Magnanimous hand, reaching toward sunset...
Solomon, seeking Sheba;
a concord St. Columba
spied, twirling Ionian Golden Gate.
Kernel of equal daughters, equal sons –
chaste Isis of West Branch,
Virgo-Astraea in a conch...
a coracle of oracles, lifting crane bones
to life within her almond carousel;
Ophelia & Juliet
transposed to Olivet,
Henry-Persephone retrieved from Hell.
2.22.19
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