GALWAY KINNELL'S GRAVITAS
(1927-2014)

Nothing grave for him
but glaucous yellow green ferns
between city visages
along the burning sea walls
sunflowers match villages
always earth-wise
near cyclopic buildings
no stranger's snowy tongue
for Galway's latitude
along a mortality of port calls
encountering rumors
those tricksters of fate
that in delirium cannot wait
on branches for Autumn leaves
to fall in the hip pocket of Apollo.