Sunday, May 08, 2005

mater matris piscis.

Agriturismo
to my mother from a wine map of Tuscany.

Delicate bird-boned faint haze traces
of mountain in your blood
Are you the French aristocrat
I've always pretended to be?

because you know, & betwixt
your rouge & vine
I expect
that you wait.

You are:
introducing Audrey Hepburn.
training your eye to the concave lens,
where your rocky virgin waits,
already imagistic.

Strade del vino, maman.
You are:
three pegusi rampant on a verdant field.
luxurious hair tints & molecular curls.

stronger than a trilogy of cancers
like crow's feet on European eyes,
kindred neurotic, arteriosclerotic & maroon.
Do you remember that, then?

& me, whiteboot dancing
like angels of annunciation at the pregnancy of text?
Deliciously ancient, bounded by birds,
the Mediterranean kisses our border ships.

I commanded thee
to ascend the Duomo,
& you did, remarking the light
for remembering.

Maman, I want to be
Audrey Hepburn,
I am too tall,
make it so.


2002, i think. a newly revised edition, since i couldn't find anything except the original draft, banged out on my old silent Smith-Corona & covered in mysfit's annotations.

the tourist has been seriously updated with spring-appropriate images, including several of women, children, & flowers.

Happy Mother's Day to all those to whom it's appropriate. mothers are awesome.

3 little fish:

Blogger mysfit swam up to say...

tell your mom happy belated mothers day for me will you luv?

1:44 PM  
Blogger jenn see swam up to say...

she reads the fish you know...perhaps she'll see your wishes.

if not i shall transmit them posthaste.

1:56 PM  
Blogger banzai cat swam up to say...

Me too!

After all, with an end line that refs on Audrey Hepburn, what's not to like? :-)

4:19 AM  

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