A poem a day in April from Rutgers English PhD students and friends.

Sunday, April 24, 2016

xxi–xxix. Tension and Torsion


I guess what I enjoyed about running was that
It was companionless: fallow time and fleet feet

Traceless steps through the summer slate dawn-drawn din
Circling the same miles of pathways like a long prayer

Without another without a mistimed echo
Just the circuit of breath and bounding forward breath


Each breath a crystal
Captured in pearl spider webs
Body limited


Now I have more in common with those black and white
Men, brawn drawn across billboards, bodies electric

Not that we look alike but we share the pressure
Immediate of adjustment and fantasy

A utopia limited by the present
Participle: mending, amending, unending


The iron temple
Is just an occasion for
Terminal repair

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