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M Is for Mary
ОглавлениеHampton Bays, Long Island
M is for Mary, Mother of God,
patron saint of suburban front lawns,
blue-mantled friend of sinners and pinwheels,
mollusk-studded mailboxes,
moss-dotted patios. M is for Medjugorje,
Massapequa, moon jellies washed up
like useless musings on the shore,
a menagerie of bathers: misguided,
metallic in their shine. Gulls beak marram grass,
mica flakes,
mussel shells, empty packs
of Marlboros. M is for the millions—
the reverent, the mystified—
Moxie drinkers, marina workers,
mahjongg-players, Matlock watchers—
the Madjeskas, yellow lanterns
garlanding their porch, Manilow
on the radio, macramé scratching the backs
of our legs. Cardinals mount
the arch of the holy white
plaster, hop between birdbath and mulberry,
consider the minor miracle
of perpetual posture. Our Lady of
Bay Avenue, of marigolds, milk cans, mayweed,
Madonna of the mullet-anglers,
mooring-fixers, lemon meringue makers:
you preside over mainsail and mizzen mast,
the maintenance of motors,
the scrubbing of mildewed hulls, the spreading
of garden mulch. M is for the fog horn’s distant,
plaintive moan, for plastic mass cards
on the fridge, Montauk daisies in the breeze,
mackerel frying on the stove.