dug-up and the unwatered foot
appear in “Excavations for Tower Footings.”
Tonight spreads, she said,
a knobbed laticlave across the sky.
Oh, how that purple bleeds, I said.
Who says the quality of distinct sides,
she said,
is derived from the name of a man?
Who says after the usual time
that the mitigant day forgives
even the fallen arch of your left foot?
Is what she dared say to me.
To forgive and receive the like thing,
as to exchange thoughts, I said,
is next to—oh, here it goes,
here it goes again.
Should have known again.
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