Opening Up (4)

And hadn't we two become one image as inspired
/two on this covered bridge     /two
on this covered walk the townsmen
raised above the water
/refining the maps, repairs     /the slopes
of walks rewritten into weather
/the mortared and cockeyed fire-stone
/hadn't two trusted  love so far
/loosening the grips of gossips and the land-grab
engineers?     Because the canoe's
outdoors     /because the bagged stone's
poured     /because the light
along the walls—     over the walls and walk
the stones make lively after all
/over the lily, lavender—     invites
this happy pulse
and pause in conversation—     two with their loaves
and zinfandel     /two
in their subject selves—     their fingers washed
and run to dry almost on denim
/because it's Sunday and time's come—      two
will have seemed themselves
the fine idea in the finish     /and might
with themselves make glad
/make new where the storms blew     /where
the river's idling     /make now
and now      /where even the winds
can tell for sure
/and even the bedding land     /made
new in being ready.

 

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