for mina gorji
Heard through a cedar tree before,
her words through other boughs,
cypresses now.
Everything is planned
and a surprise.
Imagine a bequest
promoting tenderness.
Branch becomes violin bow,
what was harsh becoming flexible,
drawing on tension.
Mina, through cypresses.
Blue princess lines.
Dress of breath
of cedars.
She dreams a fellow for each fellow.
To each, a fanged Chihuahua.
Our need for tenderness
and their need
for tending
according
and their sharpness,
magnificence,
smallness.
Dream of a companion language
lapping paneled and lapelled
institutions, their Brittany-spanieling tongues.