At the mouth of a coal mine we found what is called Rubik’s Cube.
We hope to return it to him. A man gets lonely without his cube.
In an alleyway behind a restaurant, guarded by fierce dumpsters,
we found a tennis ball on which someone had written YOU.
In the towering mists that spewed from a condenser high atop the king’s kitchen,
we found several jacks but no red rubber ball. We assigned that task
to Johann but our new Brobdingnagian porter Jen asked us to reconsider:
Johann won't bounce. He could be a jack but not a ball. Jen is as wise as she is tall.
I feel there is a lesson to be learned there, about wisdom, about elasticity.
Johann was grateful. He is in love. I feel there is a lesson there as well.
I don't know what it would be. It is an explorer's intuition. When I speak to Jen,
she hints at another life. Her hands are soft. They do not speak of labor.
They speak of finance. At night I awaken from time to time unable to see
either moon or star. I call her name and she withdraws them from over me.
Her hands. I ask her to withdraw her hands from over me.
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Added: 04/05/2025
Updated: 04/13/2025