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Pears ripen in a lacquer bowl on the butcher-

block table. A red shimmer arcs across

the northwest sky as a galaxy bends the light

of a quasar. Yellow ranunculus unfold in a glass vase

while fireflies blink in a corner of the yard.

A physicist employs lasers and slows atoms

down to approach absolute zero; a calligrapher

draws the silk radical twice, then mountain,

to form “the most shady recesses in the hills.”

As the ink dries, she lights two red candles

in the bedroom, notices near the curtains

taro in the huge tin tub, and spots a curling leaf.

He hears the gasp when he first unzipped

her jeans, knows the small o is a lotus seed

slowly germinating in his mind, but the

brevity of equation makes him quiver and ache.

When they turn to each other in a wet kiss,

their fingertips glow in the skin of their days.