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Refuge in Normandy, Morisot

Hard cake of the clay shore,
the lake leeched back,
trees tinseled with snakes.

From the vantage of our dock,
a moccasin beds a dead fish
in the cotton of its mouth.

~

In the pull of the foxhounds,
my grandfather bounds
through the cracked air and broken scrub.

A red splotch of bald fur,
a pile of dead foxes
pelted tight to the ground.

~

Split from the tongue of God
the Muskogean name for the gurgle of water
my ancestor willed to the Lord.

I affirm total immersion.
I drink sweet, sweet tea steeped
in the deep water of a healing spring.

~

In Adam’s broken nucleus the neutrons run free—
the tangram of memory,
the bell-shaped chapel of the womb,

chronos and kairos,
an armor of light,
a single incandescent bulb slung from the worn rafter.

~

The salamander’s atomic orange—
the smolder of my tongue’s flame—

from my body, the burst of wings.

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The above painting is Refuge in Normandy by Berthe Morisot.

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