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A Hundred Gourds 2:2 March 2013
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Joan Zimmerman - US


Vespers at Sunset Again


All my friends are immersed in their own manias, playing saxophone in East St. Louis, walking on water, swallowing stars. They float with dolphins, heli-ski down Everest, swing on lianas through the jungle canopy, while I sit with the news of your death. Let them snowboard, parasail over rip tides, arc to the tent roof on a trapeze. I just close the drapery. The hearth fire ghosts down to ash. Wind in the chimney growls the overture of the coming susurration and laying down of snow.

                                             the Sumo wrestler
                                         not moved from the ring
                                             till the contest ends




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