Frumet of the stone shipwrecks, the
patron saint of children's games
where you have stood, i am standing now
upon this rivers relentless washing,
here by this bloody rubble,
where some lost eagle prey,
where on death's doorway kneel
the abandoned ones,
where these crystal canyons are crying,
where before the bloom of its hyacinths
come the shadows,
there are no shadows here
just the glittering sunlight over her infinite glory.
Frumet the dancing one, the wise,
for you the wild oak sighs.
the queen of silver pomegranates, of ivy leaves,
of honest thieves
where you have been, i have never been before.
(august 19)
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