Jacket 16 - Elaine Equi: A Freshly Painted Poem

No more speeded-up desire.

                                        No more slow-motion facts.

Many years. Many colored.

Love possesses us like a mother
willing a happy end.

No more skittish truth serum.

Who could...maybe...for example...
                                   between...that is to say...

The dragging of giant
                                        (all is heavy or light)

water, adjunct, conduit.

Shaped with mortar and pestle expressiveness
a reverse de-facing = that human look,
                                        that human look

mysteriouso                 fenced-in

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Elaine Equi: A Freshly Painted Poem