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KNOWING

(from the chapbook "What Can Be Held Briefly")

He races down the canyon, as I lumber down 

like a mama bear 

from behind, 

with my plantars fasciitis and

my creaks. 

 

I’m lucky that he pauses to gather twigs 

and tries to plant them. 

I can distract him with singing,

sometimes, 

though the word stop is not yet more

 

than a question. 

He knows that tasting

is the best way 

to know, even me. 

When I catch up to him on the grass,

he discovers I am tasty to kiss. 

 

Only gradually will he understand 

who I am, 

born sixty-six years ago today, 

or that, being such an age, I do not 

have his full life still to go. 

 

For now, he is learning how to give 

the twig to me—one, 

then another, 

and what it is 

to let go of a thing after tasting it. 
 

 

 

 

 

 

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