Yeats, Eliot, Pound

I roll up long sleeves Dare to eat a kumquat Tell myself, convert Eyes to bifocals Store other I in a briefcase Limbo lower Palms swing chariots Stilts hoisted blueward Brushes rinse sun Catch rain Bring beach sound Marrow for my bones Yesterday, I sent you On an errand. Eyes thrown over shoulders For any trace of your return. Tomorrow, promise me You will not do the same Thing before today runs out. Handful of water I try to grab But come up hands empty Every time. Light I swipe my hat To fill, only to pillow air. Should I wait for the current To smooth broken glass On the beach or take a chance And sprint, b-line, for the water? He rolled. We shared a smoke And a private joke. One about Snake and mongoose. Both sly. We went back and forth In a calypso, he took up where I trailed off in a singsong

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