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                                   XXVII.  “WHEN I CONSIDER EVERY THING THAT GROWS” 

                                   The blossoms of the apricot blew east

                                   Electric tracings on a silver wing

                                   I find when the snow is thick

                                  A version of a Spanish mosaic

                                  Tossing everything up, and must come back

                                  Where an eye will swallow itself, ask

                                  Were we even there?

                                  Riding Pandora’s ripples

                                  Wasting time writing love poems

                                  Heedless of the storm in the sky

                                  Out the window, peering at the view

                                  Rehearsing the event, I can’t find to tell you

                                  All I want is boundless love

                                  You still want poems you can understand

XXXVIII.  Dear Megan,

I like the poem the way it is, though

I changed deaf to muffled.  And the last line--

At first I was confused by the word 'Sublime'

because after your list of things in the world

I would have thought the opposite, but now I see

you are juxtaposing your moment with atrocities.

Did you write it in Spanish first?  You could translate it.

That would be interesting.

Hi Renee, no, I didn't write it in Spanish first--

'Sublime' because I came to a strange moment

I felt like time stood still and life in itself didn't, doesn't

make any sense when you think how many people are killed everyday.

I guess that sense of the strangeness of life comes

over all thinkers now and then.

William Blake, Oberon, Titania and Puck with Fairies Dancing (c. 1785)

Yesterday I went to New York City and these are the earrings I coveted
but did not buy.  They are tiny wise owl earrings and they are the dearest things
I've seen in a while.  I saw them at Anthropologie, where I did pick up a gift for
my friend Megan, who is moving to Iowa soon and leaving our beloved Ann Arbor.
I also went to the South Street Seaport where I found a card for Iris from the
Mariposa Butterfly gallery:

I feel a little ambivalent about showing the art of a person who uses live animals, but
at the same time they are so beautifully done, I wonder if these creatures on some
level agreed to have themselves made into art, the universe's will?  I'm not sure.  Maybe
if I receive a lot of negative feedback I will take them down.  I will let the community decide.  Lastly here is a postcard I found at a cafe in Soho for a new dance production (oui, oui!)

by Stephen Petronio Company