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