on that peak again
i’m reading keats and i am back again
at a desk hand polished and
scoured by compasses
indeed
signed deep with ink and slammed
shut on fingers to be tucked under
knees benched hard in concentration
on the words read loud and chalked
off sir’s gown pacing and parsing the words
back and forth we recite
in the feeling
that it is our turn on that peak in darien
and i am at that very desk again
and we are reading keats again
and again and again
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