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Before Now
by Flor de té  

             Now

             To: Dulcinea
             at whatever spot
             our naivete has
             and will still take us

            I

over fifty years ago
in Manhattan
Ted Jones yells at me

let the   man breathe!

a few years ago
up by Sacramento

the man

runs a fifty-miler
with me   as his pacer

on the trail   we run
past the wounded scene

from Gone With the Wind
runners on the ground

unfinished

we do

            II

I am
this man's vitrine

I contain a comb
from a Spanish conch he gave me

a brooch   of lapis lazuli
a fired brown horse

a brown agate ring
from a stone

he tumbled for me

I contain from him
a bracelet of jade

Arizona turquoise
a stained glass mobile

            III

In New York

I fall
for a table
at a walk up

for the candle
on top of the table
inside
a ceramic bottle

for the candle's gnarls
flowing
down
the
torso
of the bottle

thick
colored
paraffin

            IV

I fall
for posters on walls

by Miro
Kandinsky and Klee

for Sartre's
Being and Nothingness

Hemingway
Jackson Pollack

my favorite   Stein

I ask her
would he have me
if I ask him

if I ask him
would he have me

            V

today
he asks me

would you like
your first cup of coffee

in your cup
tall  in ceramic white  white milk

a flat teaspoon of instant  exactly
your second of today   less instant

your first
of tomorrow?

 


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