Mezzaluna. Michele Leggott

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Mezzaluna - Michele Leggott Wesleyan Poetry Series

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room birds ride

      around the walls pink is

      picking up white cotton

      is high diamonds rose and

      why one of these days

      the picture may be painted

      melons sent flying hearts

      and stars harm nothing you

      care about more than today

      signature pink, leap

      bodily the helix enough

      doubled erotic or singing to

      say I am energy make

      certain my best feints dab

      your ever, this is me

      An island for Easter an Easter island

      in the pacific Pacific

      of the Inside Passage

      grounding the dream and dreaming the ground

      with the Sunshine Crew

      that’s daffodils

      and a shack on the water whatever the dream hands out

      whatever we can bring

      what

      ever

      these spring nights no-one can sleep days set to roll over

      showing long flanks and a bright mammalian eye

      Other imaginations fired easily and here we are

      headed straight into history

      other stories breathing spaces

      between the quotidian hauls and the junk we saved

      a walk out to the plane at infinity

      or a face turned south smiling meridian coordinates

      at the sun oh merry days

      great circles roll over our heads and we’re breathing even so

      the fish can’t tell if it’s

       air like water

      or water like air

      nosing in among the sailing islands

      whose hills roll in the gentle swell of the Gulf of

      Georgia you sent us a west wind and Florence saying

      welcome to Roseland here comes the water

      back up the bay through the fruit trees

      coming into leaf

      walnuts apples veranda pear around the corner

      mad with blossom and

      the high diver who danced courtship on dynamo wings

      all weekend

      long

      in the orchard

      which blew its own scents and those

      of the rock breaker

      elusive unlikely unreal

      to us

      in the green cinnamon evening

      Canoe sun showers arbutus dropping those honey flowers

      into the sea

      bird of the other laugh circling above them

      and out on the point

      cabins breathe in the trees

      with the help of that redesigning wind

      the pictures we wanted to paint badly

      will be tacked up

      robin’s egg tender with the yellow blown out

      hearts and stars and squalls

      rattling through a silver-pen narrative

      the strait can do to a count of minutes (fast passages

      or ricepaper wash

      white sheets and open doors

      on closed eyelids (the dream) (the curve

      of a dyed egg

      a hemisphere

      or a line of longitude

      my ache for yours

      trading in the dim cabins of possibility

      for the wingspread facts

      of the dream

      and so

      the whales came in like the naturals they were

      throwing off rowboats of improbability

      they travelled west with the sailing islands

      the world turned some more

      and both archipelagos

      came up for air

      gulf and pool

      and eye of the wind palagi blue

      grey

      green

      gulps

      of Pacific lilac and the wild red currant

      around the headlands

      flowers on the water

      or

      signs of the pace we set

      The dark pointer has an Easter face and northwest light

      is flooding that outflung arm

      of the sea sun gone over the edge

      or beyond the hills of the bay

      she called him the Sentinel

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