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Become one with the disc. Remember
we are all frisbees of skin & heart, thrown
by two dark hands
& one hand is life who never returns my phone calls
& one hand is death who leaves messages on my machine

The frisbee, an extension of self
must be aimed at a single image: plate glass windows
alarm clocks old lovers maintaining balance
& passion even in high winds

Find a partner with precision & patience
who doesn't mind his disc getting thrown in the river
or buried in playground dirt, a premature burial
but we both picked flowers & wept openly

Become one with the disc. Remember
your partner, your frisbee guru
reads the hieroglyphics of air & floats accordingly
& your partner must sleep with cats & lizards
& love the world even when arrested

The frisbee, an extension of self
must be thrown between brothers: tonight
I was throwing the disc in the twilight
& Rob, believe me,

this bird caught my frisbee in midair
laughing between her wings & another brown sunset, flying north
so write me back
if you find it in Jersey

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