big love song #21
by Vaughan Gunson
after the Futurists
we sing a curious love, conceal our fear
between dull habit & fitful energy.
but courage, yes, & some audacity
is the essential element of our poetry.
’til now we’ve exalted a pensive dance,
ecstatic seconds, the gnawing sleep.
no violent action, or feverish reprise
breaks our stride; no irresponsible leap.
our world’s found a new beauty: a distance near,
a lasting hold, truer than Madonna’s smile.
we can hymn the circling seasons, run
the orbit of the Earth, & maintain our guile.