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Invocation


Crown and mitre us, I pray. 
Over this dark-wooded course today. 
As we reach Paradiso 
Please, do not tease so 
Our inchoate brains. 
We watch for enjambment 
Whenever we can. 
But the flesh and bone 
Of mortal man 
Is metric enough  
And rhetoric enough  
And cryptic enough 
For Thursday.
In spring, yet. 
Ciao.

"glo-po" 2001


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