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Entropy
our garden is cobwebs still silver still
rusted with winter and thorns
I could believe everything is resting
at dinner the other night our chemist friend
abbreviated laws of thermodynamics
to cyclic process
that the entropy will either increase
or remain as it is I said yes
winter disordered every seed and plant
while we were busy while the ground
remained raw disappointed
we were busy inside
with our pots of lamb stew with our asleep bodies
for dessert she served homemade ice cream
with berry sauce in lime colored dishes
then we went out to their garden
we walked that green triangle
and she bent down and rooted in lambs ear
as he pulled the flesh
of their fast spreading chives
they filled a plastic bucket with what had taken
over the sky was unbending
looking up she remarked you can’t see Andromeda
if you focus
you must look away
I know little of galaxies except my own I know
the bread and bed I share with my husband
light tilting beneath curtains
at home the next day the sugar has boiled
on the stove
hummingbirds plunge
wrapped in color ready to suck on the nucleus
and he and I go outside gash the ground
set gifted plants at the east edge
of the house the earth still nearly taut
rising he orbits around me skims
lips on my neck his kisses hold to my cheek
the light in the distance the magnitude
nearly forgives us our random systems
now the black cat is luster and dust
and walking opaque through the plants
that are just a wreck of beginning
the cat sits in the new lurch of wind
and I offer the soil another psalm another
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