FRIDAY AFTERNOON
A Friday afternoon of breeze & clouds.
In Hong Kong, crowds awake
the legacy of Edw. Coke
& Roger Williams’ Providence – shrouds
brace the pinnace, steady keel
to sweep of choppy surf.
Aft the canoe’s curve
a foaming V for victory... for real?
A tiny splinter in the eye, or
Chartres-blue dragonfly
camouflaged by sky.
A Thunderbird (outpacing Minotaur).
Apollinaire, in his bright air-machine
waits on the universal sign
for Joie – like blue-green
pine... like jubilant Mary Magdalen
finding the gardener in cemetery...
like nothing else in Oklahoma.
The principle of hallelujah
is always a little ahead of you, chérie –
the way Love leads always, pilgrim, toward
more life (the Way, the Truth).
Out of that cornfield, Ruth;
out of Beforetime plummeted the word –
& so we’re circling around this cave
like a bunch of prehistoric
Australians. Your biopic
features an almond coracle, O dreaming knave.
6.20.19
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