Friday, March 13, 2009

Charting the white

for Emma Bartholemew

If I begin by drawing oblongs
one outside the other, I
can make a mesa.

If I use white ink on white
paper, like something em-
bossed my plateaus become

invitations. "Get married"
they say. What they mean is
"you'll not know such

blinding heights again--
first lush above, first empathy,
poem, first striking child."

From noon the dark
lengthens, and the antipathy
for all I once thought

pure thought.

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