Cartographic Memory
for T. L.

Here still in the underbrush of
a Feng Shui laden summer,
I recall you then:Yin--
a young
--mother--
you deferred littleYang’s asthma
with a gallery of antigens
and exclusive attentiveness
He –
now:
a wheezing dragon amongst
menfolk clomping
through the resources
of womenfolk core
like a basophilic
quake fragmenting
Arlington National Cemetery
with its spray of
fire and phlegm octane
little Yang’s father ( _The_Yang_ )
perennially
commingled with
dervishes of cognac and solicitude—
Then: now
there are those of us
amongst your
second Yin cousins
still too boorish
to interpret the
ancient map
drawn before
us
where the site of
_The_Yang_'s_
--Young--Yin--
subjugated
all rank ,
all place,
all direction
to _Little_Yang_
the magical man-child: the beggar boy-citizen
--You both now—
Yin Mother: still with: Yang Son
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