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Today's poem is by Molly Peacock

Conversation

A sudden embodiment of our love
dives and surfaces in the water course
of our conversation like a ghost seal,
playfully old, oldly playful,
whiskery but sleek, slipping through what we feel
(our feelings, too, submerged). What makes us full
we hardly know the substance of, though re-
is its first sound: regret, remorse, return,
recourse, resource, relive, revive. We—
now a pronoun applied to us for years—turn
again and dive deep, making water rings
that recircle our love while vanishing.



Copyright © 2002 Molly Peacock All rights reserved
from Cornucopia
W. W. Norton
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission

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