BOOMERANG-SPUN
Love is the curving frame of things,
the flexible woven logos
of the safety net – bamboo’s
swerving embrace the sculptor brings
to public squares in São Paulo
(Alison Grace Martin).
Thus, in Pushkin & Scriabin
Mandelstam spoke of an eternal ritorno
fresco’d in the alcove of Redemption –
earth already redeemed
& art set free, beamed
through spirit-webs (boomerang-spun)
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until the world becomes a nest or den
prefigured in those icons
limned for all seasons (our
pre-existent & imaginary friend
who nevertheless walks upright, smiles
& calls us by our name).
The rays through the cranium,
holes in the hands... Earth’s exiles
sense the time-scent of eternal ends.
& so the sign of humble dignity’s
grandfathered to eternity –
the nest feathered with wings, my friends.
10.17.19
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