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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