SWEET SNOW GLOBE
The twin foxes & three pine trees
on honeymoon (in a sweet
snow globe, in Norway). What
use your Solomonic sarabande, these
loopy solemnities? & the echoes
far into the motherland
Cahokia to maid’s Gravesend
your Adonai, my Adonis a Memphis
trial by fire (intricate clay bark
buried in salt harbor).
O serious Nile laborer!
Nephthys, Dark Lady, mark
these fathoms of thy bottomland.
Snow was general over Ireland.
Strum the steel mandolin
then, Mary – plectrum in hand!
We climb out of the clay to shape
this Royal Arch, for St.
Latrobe & Son. See the faint
wave-trace along its rim (crêpe
for a funeral train; flute-song
transcription). Grain
melts into wine again –
the living man or woman prong
from earth. We called it love
& swam into the circle
where snowflakes speckle
dark green live oaks (O crooning dove).
1.16.20
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