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Sport 39: 2011

The God Question

The God Question

Where do the hands go when
they keep to themselves?

Here, it turns out—
the woods behind the grounds

of the temple.
A spot where one imagines

both would come to rest.
Palms receiving

needles from the cedars,
my body large as

each thumb—not quite
touching the fingers.

No sign of the Giant
severed. Nothing

but the hands open
to suggestion.