Cheers

Li Bai and Du Fu,
two poets who have
never been through my kitchen

crest then reside
on recent earth
scratching out claims
to stand above

scrubbing away
at some tumult a whole
afternoon long drinking in Heaven

fighting back and against
black Plutonic
dogs; ‘Where do the chilly winds don’t

blow?’

remains an outstanding
question; halving
answers to figure easily

into the ferment of a solution