OVER THE DARK GROVE
(for Andre Breton
1896-1966)

Over the dark grove
of another generation
magnifying the quarter moon
to question every encounter
of the stars over the Seine
midnight becomes a poplar
where exiles are conceived
in day beds dreaming
singed from chimeras
of rejected lovers
among a threshing flood
fringed by an unwanted birth
almost buried by the snow
yet the murmuring baby
emerges whole by the park
in a laurel crib smiling
in his stroller
becomes a poet
who speaks in tongues
plays hide and seek
under hidden garden walls
watching as the winds rise up
from the dusty rain clouds
of a December dawn
inhaling the snow flakes
round her eyelids
near the edge of the shore.