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Parachutes, My Love, Could Carry Us Higher

Barbara Guest

    I just said I didn't know
    And now you are holding me
    In your arms,
    How kind.
    Parachutes, my love, could carry us higher.
    Yet around the net I am floating
    Pink and pale blue fish are caught in it,
    They are beautiful,
    But they are not good for eating.
    Parachutes, my love, could carry us higher
    Than this mid-air in which we tremble,
    Having exercised our arms in swimming,
    Now the suspension, you say,
    Is exquisite. I do not know.
    There is coral below the surface,
    There is sand, and berries
    Like pomegranates grow.
    This wide net, I am treading water
    Near it, bubbles are rising and salt
    Drying on my lashes, yet I am no nearer
    Air than water. I am closer to you
    Than land and I am in a stranger ocean
    Than I wished.
Taken from 'New York Poets II: from Edwin Denby to Bernadette Mayer'...
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