i ching poem #10

5. Hsü (Waiting (Nourishment)) / 48. Ching (The Well)

Place your thumb at the base of my throat
to feel how hard my blood runs now & for the rest
of the day. It furthers one to abide
in what endures. Even the mockingbirds
promise to let me sleep if I stay
for a little while longer, in the while.

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Drink up, you. Drink up, basil & squash.
When the desert heat makes our bellies ache
we’ll go running at four in the morning,
take the coldest showers we can find & scream
WAHE GURU when the water hits our limbs, oh—
your love will be safe with me.

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