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Poem for Tuesday and May the Fourth Be With You


Topography
By Sharon Olds

After we flew across the country we
got into bed, laid our bodies
delicately together, like maps laid
face to face, East to West, my
San Francisco against your New York, your
Fire Island against my Sonoma, my
New Orleans deep in your Texas, your Idaho
bright on my Great Lakes, my Kansas
burning against your Kansas your Kansas
burning against my Kansas, your Eastern
Standard Time pressing into my
Pacific Time, my Mountain Time
beating against your Central Time, your
sun rising swiftly from the right my
sun rising swiftly from the left your
moon rising slowly from the left my
moon rising slowly from the right until
all four bodies of the sky
burn above us, sealing us together,
all our cities twin cities,
all our states united, one
nation, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.

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A conversation with my sister about anniversary poetry made me think of that poem. I spent all day copying and synchronizing stuff to my new computer and setting up the old one in older son's room while waiting for the new one to finish installing stuff. It was gorgeous out, we had the windows open, and the cats were aggressive about supervising us when we were not out walking.

We watched Antiques Roadshow, then caught up on Legends of Tomorrow (hell weapons would be useful) and Supergirl (needs more Lena and Lillian, less Lex) after discovering that as of May 1st we don't get Epix so can't watch the rest of Belgravia which is not a great loss. For May the 4th, Paul made Millennium Falcon sandwiches for lunch, Boba Fettuccine for dinner, and Wookie Cookies:

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