Do you know, have you heard
she is beautiful
as modulating sunlight on Moroccan city walls
as the water spider’s equilibrium
when he runs the meniscus chasing prey
as the mercury in a barometer
or the water in a well
never seen only sometimes heard
when a child drops a stone in
I seek her in recondite corners
a silhouette
a glimmer
a footstep or a giggle
a tightness in the stomach
a maggot in the mind
A swooning apple-tree
I break into blossom
for the air’s delectation
mysterious harmonies
gather me into the earth
Hippos in a mud-hole
we wallow in each other
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