Too cold for a walk
really but the ducks paddled
away chatting —a
family outing.
Feet numb, ears freezing, I stood
there smelling the first
pie you baked for me
that summer in Providence.
You knew your apples.
NEAR PROVIDENCE 11/24/20
Too cold for a walk
really but the ducks paddled
away chatting —a
family outing.
Feet numb, ears freezing, I stood
there smelling the first
pie you baked for me
that summer in Providence.
You knew your apples.
Metaxyturn Diaries 
Beautiful arc of memory and love rising from the paritcularities of the walk in the cold and the poet’s difference from the ducks, a difference which is also bridged by imagination and just being there at the same time. The poem, poet, and reader then move through memory and imagination to the moments of first love and the poet’s memory of his difference and distance from those physical particularities yet his relatedness to and participation in htem, despite the tensions of his at that time perhaps too severe abstraction. And so the poem brings us to a fuller embodying of life — not everything is text or mind!–and a fuller engagement with the world passing trhough time.
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