Among Alphabets

We met among alphabets. I saw myself
Greek: walking the walls, inviolate
as logic, mistress of
philosophy's glassy tongue.
Translation came slow. I learned to trust
Hebrew's rich misreadings, risk breeding
between the lines: language
of faith, our leap in the dark.


In the School Garden

Beneath the high brick wall, a narrow strip
of earth; the only shade. The concrete yard's
a glare of harsh white noise. Quick, fugitive,
we slip like swimmers into cool, dank air;
submerged, we crouch, snuff loamy earth.
You show me beanplants, rich, exuberant,
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