Summer Solstice (take 02)
The day started with music from speakers
afar, vibes that move the leaves of the
magnolia tree in the front garden
shaping an image of her young and ready
for turning into a well-heeled woman
friend and lover alternating at times
if mind, body and soul will ask.
Madmen shout and blast gas canisters
against the growing tree of people
who defy pushed into subservience
giving freedom the sap of their leaves
napoleon, hitler, assad, whatever
history shows as its grim repeat with
black, red green and yellow seeds.
This, my beloved muse great friend
one day to the next we’d be caught
in the city’s magic acropolis of riches
lying just below its marbled veneer
of palimpsest emotions gentle probes
at first soft pushes of first digging
all the way to its pulses’ throbbing.
Sister temple lights through glass
marble, concrete its core of faces
figures shaping statues in our minds
their shells becoming flesh and blood
high art that holds us close, covered
with the shields of fateful lovers
red-hot sun and cool-blue moon.