The Old Swigwam - St Pete Beach
Fathers' Day Morning
the garden was suborned by night
and filled with drowsy poppies sleeping,
all calmative with opiate dew,
crystalline in the morning sun,
like a Waterford web of drawn glass thread,
spun by the rackham fingertips of
deeply indigo spiderwort blue.
a bearded guy with protruding gut
walks back and forth on the beach,
his hand an amber beer bottle:
shaman drum, prayer wheel, rosary…
when I cut the weeds, he sees me, and
I do not speak; when he mutters at me,
I shrug and say: tansi etweyan?
opiate dew - an expression of Charlotte Smith (1749-1806)
rackham - thin and elongated like finger in the sketches of Arthur Rackham
spiderwort - a type of flower my grandma grew... look at a picture of it.
tansi etweyan? - what are you saying? I am not very sociable with people who carry beer bottles as their totems...
I just got this up. We were at the Island for Fathers' Day, and then at my mother's, and there are no internet hookups anywhere. I suppose I could have asked the neighbors...