THE PASSAGES OF OLSON

At a river
near Good Harbor
as Olson
walks by crazy stones
deposits & delivers
in his Language poetry
to an audience in Gloucester
once a fishing village
by filling the steps
of a passage
from a poet's audacity
well wishing the shore birds
more with his perspicacity
exploring the waves
in a cobalt blue water
knotting hooks after
from the gobbling fish fry
and laughing at the squid
cooking in the oven
when his limpid eyes roving
hidden from a retina 's horizon
in a faulty covering
the glassy sea and earth
of a silent sky flight
as the plover and birds pass by
we are motioning oars
from the drawn abyss
on a common rider
where only an oblivion follows
open to thunder boats
as Olson swallows the cider
near a northern eider sea duck
with white plumage
from a luckless colored head
with soft down feathers
lining the rest
of roaring waves
at the weather west
of the underground
crashing sound reefs
and radio waves,
all the human cargo
over a half submerged red sun
from pirated glimpses
in treasure hunts
distillations of silhouettes
over the wet docks
with egrets having measured
an adventure on these rocks.