Thursday, March 2, 2017

AS FAR AS I CAN RECALL



When I wake up I am no longer
Fluent in Chinese so I have
Only a hazy notion of what
Li Po was telling me last night.
Something, I think, about
He and my father sharing a dream.
Afterwards, each of them
Was followed by the other's shadow.
Up to now it’s been wondered
Why a poet dead since 762
Knew the batting averages
Of the1939
Brooklyn Dodgers.

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