~~~
for Lucy: who gave me the title, three poems, a compliment, and the X Factor {inspiration} then disappeared
~~~
the spume,
the sea foam concentrate, a greener white,
from the the salt and the souls of million dead organisms,
the natural compost of its formation
it, watches the poet, who watches it,
the spume,
come ashore for its final act of
immolation by evaporation
which is why the random act of
an unseen ministering force,
fills my ears with humbling glory of
Samuel Barber's
Agnus Dei,^
my fresh reminder that this
fooling, swelling chest
in this temporary abode of mine human shape,
by the sea,
its passage and welling swelling,
is prepaid for too
expiration by evaporation
as all the white wooly lambs march to the sea,
transmigrating,
returning to spume
~~~
Lyrics to Agnus Dei
^ Alleluia Alleluia
For our Lord God Almighty reigns
Alleluia Alleluia
For our Load God Almighty reigns
Alleluia
Holy Holy
Are You Lord God Almighty
Worthy is the Lamb
Worthy is the Lamb
You are Holy
Holy
Are You Lord God Almighty
Worthy is the Lamb
Worthy is the Lamb
Amen
the X Factor from Lucy
"-Lucy: ›
the undulating structure of the sea, woman
"I can feel the ebb and flow as I stood on the shore and dipped my toe in .....I waved hello back to the rhythmic pulls and lulls....
grateful to be submerged in
the swelling and the spume."
Aug 24