Aug 212011
He found her here and there;  
With flare, afar;  presidentress 

Of the dew and morning star.
She was the river valley where he lived;

Her a.m. sheen was more, more real
Than dreamy creams his sleep had pearled.

From invisible to veriest
She shone in vermillioned morning mist

On lungs, on eyes, and on the hairy grass.
Her liquid shine, napalmed gold, 

Glossed immensest midnight's diminuendo.
No nightmare alligators crawled 

Prickling plain or blue bayou
Flattened from the mountains of a dream

To the drear of here and nearer.
Dry exegesis of our watery sphere.

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