Finding Y by Shirley Jones-Luke

after Oliver de la Paz

There is an inner world, the second, something grainy and dry. A Y glides underneath the surface
in a serpentine fashion. The shortest grabs its place in the atmosphere, hesitates, then drops into a
lukewarm slumber.

Y and every visage of shadowed creatures observe you in a decline. Shadows surrounding Y with
their questioning expressions. A shudder of satellites radioing their signals and don’t know what
it means to be Y.

To converse at intersecting points like lovers in an embrace. They speak in a language only they
can understand. X and Y. Star-crossed lovers. Mathematical mates.

When they separate, if they separate, symmetry folds, collapses, thrown into a black hole of
heartbreak. When they are together, symmetry is a straight path of passion, to what was before,
wondrously entwined.


©2017 Shirley Jones-Luke


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Shirley Jones-Luke is a poet and a writer. Ms. Luke lives and works in Boston, Massachusetts. She has an MFA from Emerson College. She has been published by Adelaide, Deluge, BlazeVOX and Fire Poetry.


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