DRIED SAP
You can sense the salient resistance
of this old Norway pine
like a mast from Lebanon
in each crust of dried sap. Straightness
of its upright stance. Simplicity
of sea-green yearning
toward such bright-swelling
moon… half-dollar of Apollo mission (JFK
smile). Our SUPERMOON, shedding a silver
reminiscence of sunshine
across crepuscular decline.
Rippling resistance. What we were
reversing what we are (black sun
of trumped-up emperors
gnawing like rodent-raptors
at the heartwood of the law – treason).
The Song of Miriam, the hymn of exodus
out of the red waters
red white & blue tatters
your sister-dove murmured… passed over us.
My penny in the well, my dark reverberant
exile – the king of Israel
Melchizedek his trial
in Memphis, by the muddy Nile (our
hierophant). Somehow the 4th of Set
rainbows a seventh 4th
& Juliet comes forth
& Miriam will dance (a Jubilee grande fête).
4.7.20
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