On the Occasion of His Birthday, Whitman
Whitman was a Gemini, loyal and easy-going.
Also nosy, untidy, and prone to prevarication.
He was gold, a wall of forevers, a tidy room
inside a house with one room. He fractaled
into plots of synesthesia and chutzpah, a man
in a time of many men, a time inside a time.
When he pivoted and sang, the ya-honkiness of
his voice swayed men into hats and talismans,
footholds, and spotted hawks. He lay on his
deathless bed and left the world glowing.