Thursday, January 04, 2007

Working on revisions today, and a couple of new ideas. A huge hailstorm just blew through, leaving about a quarter-inch of white ice everywhere. Now the sun is pouring out, and everything is melted. Such unsettled weather.

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Here's one old draft, that I think is getting closer:

Not Knowing
— for John

After all the tests are done, the good news:
It’s probably not your heart. The bad news:
It might be. Prinzmetal’s, coronary spasm,
micro-vascular angina equivalent —
all equivocations. The cardiologist
can’t say for sure, without going inside.
And you don’t want him to (an angio-
gram a not-entirely-benign
procedure). Not just yet. Why keep asking
the same question when you might not like the
answer? Such a fine muddle. How you wish
it were clear as the winter day your friend
walked his island path, pure as sunlight —
the dagger he felt — and lived to tell.

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1 comment:

Sam of the ten thousand things said...

I really like these lines Peter:

Such a fine muddle. How you wish
it were clear as the winter day your friend
walked his island path, pure as sunlight —
the dagger he felt — and lived to tell.

Thanks for the post.