Trophies,
dust of Parnasse
on the Catholic
garden.
On the blue petals
fresh snow, ambered,
cupping the
spider’s sudden plie.
Across the water’s
fluxion schoolboys skate
their rented boats,
sails sinister
with monarchy’s
deceased colors,
Grandpapa
on the ‘qui vive’
for the passing
Lebanese.
Rinds skimmed
to white gravel
by sacreligious hands
draw up a child’s eyes
to be haunted
by the ideal
Odette,
ever punctual,
ever inquisitive.
Wide plastic
of cheekbones,
eyes slanted shut
in terra cotta shadow.
Voyager
without regrets,
put out to sea
on youth’s
swift, unrusted bicycle.
Across tight plains
livid seasons pursue you!