Gossamer Bulwarks
Daniel A. Rabuzzi
I bivouac curled in spider's-silk,
Tensile loving lacework,
Hung round with feathers
(Raven, wren, rectrix of hawk), with
Tinkling gilded pennies on strings in the
mounting breeze, then in the gusts of lead-throated wind,
Totem-bottles glacier-green tunk, tunk, tunk,
A hank of fur unknown, mottled,
Tuftings, teasels, an old boot,
The flex of an osier
Bending against the rising gale.
Shoulders high, braced ////
With hunching hawthorn, //// braced
Carapace of beetle,
My soul pitched up into an eggshell,
A closet of hope,
Lee enough, if barely, ////
So that
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I survive,
Repair, renew,
Give thanks,
March on,
Ever in sight of hedge and sloe and berm,
Small bastions,
My small homes. ////
Daniel A. Rabuzzi (he / his) has had two novels, five short stories, 25 poems, and nearly 50 essays / articles published (www.danielarabuzzi.com). He lived eight years in Norway, Germany and France. He has degrees in the study of folklore & mythology and European history. He lives in New York City with his artistic partner & spouse, the woodcarver Deborah A. Mills (www.deborahmillswoodcarving.com), and the requisite cat.