greetings to Dale Patterson

Green spar of your armor glitters
Against blue sunshine,
As, swaying in defiance of wind,
Your crystal eye sweeps from scene to scene,
Discerning softly.

Your solitary majesty makes
cowards out of wasps;
Undecorated dance haunts even
The modern aesthetic: the steel-shot eye,
Inspiring softly.

You turn green mist from transient scourge
And settle abroad;
Your slowness defying the world;
The proudest king lone: no pomp, no tumult;
Reigning softly.

--Uche