RIVER WAVES
I miss the mourning doves of Providence
at the end of September
amid these amber
sheaves of wheat (gleaned evidence
of Morning Star). A new immigrant’s
landed in Minneapolis
light gray, with neckpiece
of black-white bands. Postulant’s
collar, mayhap? Or a scribe’s tattoo
ably marked upon the neck
like Isaac or Melchizedek
or some Eurasian collared coo-coo
hums b-flat from the fiery furnace
of her supernatural
affection (international
orange toucan, maybe – or Falcon-Ace)
& so transfigures frozen Everyman
out of his callous armor
into another feathered Amor
winging like an arrow back to Magdalen
& turning to golden almond in her hand
like the sun beheld by Ondine
underwater (bright, serene).
As river waves lap softly overland
her clear tone modulates the earth
back to its mended origin
within your warm all-human
clasp (chastened Columbia’s rebirth).
9.30.19
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