The Transit of Mercury

  

My red cloak's a scrim

Afront the sun,

Behind this rouge-supply

I fly,

Across our dwarf-star's

Countenance,

I carry First Matter--

Vapour, liquid, stone--

To fashion blessings,

Gyrfalcon wings on my hat

And heels,

Oscillate eternally,

Crossroads churn

At my feet,

I tilt my head

To spill of orbs

Tossed like knucklebones,

Bright and dim

In indigo,

I watch hearts

Rise and expand

From every atmosphere-- 

Oxygen, helium,

Water ice--

All have bequest of love

Laura Stickney

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