Pantry Meditation, and: Grow Up Sequoia, and: Trains, Like Our Bodies, Find Relief Undergroud

154 MAREN VESPIA PANTRY MEDITATION If this is vanity so be it but the mark of time in blooming fullness beats its credo my denuded credo results are mixed after all I am that bind or divide connection that is to say there are possibilities merging or resisting or I could clarify my letting I could rest assured with one life after which retinue will disperse and anyway freedom resides in the middle 155 GROW UP SEQUOIA our home depends on our making garland principally electric orchid cimbalom and ah the ferment we share a fig to exist imperishably over and over heat escapes wraithlike the roof leaves our bodies abet the slip of lamp come in MAREN VESPIA 156 TRAINS, LIKE OUR BODIES, FIND RELIEF UNDERGROUND We’d metal conditions, whereby we went like eels sparking. Our generating astounded the dark and propelled us forward. Always the charge and outages. Always the insight was of hooked cars to keep moving. Along the line, from armored to lobe-finned—she from you and me—our harbor daughter was frondy and fell whenever we turned without end. We lapped her like the other small ones, who balanced in our care between little oxygen delays. Over distances— the future will cluster before ceasing, and still we hold doors open. MAREN VESPIA ...