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I have loved the pear, the peach, the branch

9/16/2011

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I have loved the pear, the peach, the branch
Of the poplar, the larch, the hirsute beech,
The prickly fir and the sensuous mango
And the cactuses scaring the dudes in Durango,
And now I love you, you invisible floor,
Your wandering mind that has come with its lore
Of the street, of the sand, of the buses that lumber,
Of the problems that pounce, that grasp and encumber,
And I love all the valleys and love all the stars
And the plectrums and pickguards of steel string guitars
And the pickles that sing in the hearts of green jars
Where the hummingbird strums like a pale floating Mars
The strings of your spirit, the fleece of your mind,
And we step in the sea where the muses are twined
And we dance to the seaweed-anemone waltz
With all of its lights and its curtseys and faults
And we step with a spin past the shark, whose gray line
Of electrical sensors detects in the wine
Of the ocean this tremble, this delicate swim
And the buoys are all ringing, the boats are all trim
And the sun like molasses swims up from the dim
Of the shadow where Lucy said farewell to Jim
And the she turned from he and the her shut off him.
I return to the valley where poplars their song
Explode in the morning, the sun shoots his long
Arrow of longing, the moon shuts her eyes
And the wheat is all trembling an August surmise.
A letter for you, it arrived in the mail,
Inside a blue petal, a leaf, a cat’s-tail,
And I came back to love you with a figure so rare,
A leaf in my breast from a silver-green pear.

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