I first saw u standing there ur red hair aflame---
Noodles dangling from ur ears---
Where a headless executioner
stood with ur mother's bleached
head in his arm, bowing low
he repented & coming up for air
she reawakened---"I get it now, mommy,"
overheard in the sodden park---
Mother of god energized,
emerging from the dirt---
another such mother ups
& throws up in ur lap---
I said it was about love, didn't I?
Why else would she drink Sterno
under the bridge like her outlaw ancestors,
neither English nor Amish---
Her son a poet to this day,
following Dylan through forests
of time in ur breast---
Miss Liberty inspiring me
to look up her dress---he knows why as does she