i ching poem #7

16. Yü (Enthusiasm) / 34. Ta Chuang (The Power of the Great)

P’s poem about baking spiders reminds me
I have not yet felt the weight of many latitudes.
When are we going. When are we not. In my dream
I tell a neighbor girl I am staying in Arizona
for another year—another year, Annabel!
& she says it’s Ennebel with an e.

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Also: us in sweaters walking the lip
of a concrete bridge, our thick-knit arms
out for balance, walking our lips toward
each other slowly. When you layer me,
I sweat into the lake & the few fish
that live there are suddenly relieved.

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