(for Updike)
If my revulsion of
repetition brings out
the old work
institutionalized. I'll
live with it. Or die
anyway and not
begrudge
proliferation.
If a prevailing wind
turns up, does not
hit the sail but bends
and moving backward
pushes other boat: What
all is movement.
What round and hard
thing, pin-striped suit
worn—not so begrudgingly
holds still the switching
switchback until all
godliness returns to.
Interview, a life left.
I know you better now
without caring. Bridge
over cleft hill going
