a metronome, a husband
you are a ruby necked rooster.
every morning barking
out the chipped pane
towards the sun god
the hammer is always steady;
its silver rudder
reflecting light
across the floor &
measuring the long pauses
of music touched
by your
hands and wood.
a nurse, a priest.
every morning barefoot
hoofing carefully around
the green and purple heads
holding their tall ears between
thumb and finger
chanting deeply.
a lawyer, a jester.
every evening wanding
circuses in boiling pots, while
the island is damp with the
agriculture of pasta
and the fermented onions
as yellow as the kitchen;
in the air--
your long brown arms swing
like oars
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