This poem was entered into the streetcorner box for the month of March, 2021. It was inspired by my niece, who is a student at the University of St. Andrews, and by my introduction to a form of poetry called the duplex.
St.
Andrews Duplex
Her nose
is rimed cool salt the air of place
A
football arcs toward Salvators and grace
Lay near the goal if that were grace
I held her like a kitten then amazed
She had
no fear was not amazed.
I was monstrous
fearful of my strength
Fearful that my balance was my
strength.
You found a place to gauge the speed
of light
The
lowering clouds mute time and place and light
A woman
came this way before this time
A young woman had no use for time
The oysters arced from her hand to
the land
Another
day ended silent or began
Her nose
was rimed cool salt the air of place
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