Knot Garden

by Ange Mlinko

Like Benedick and Beatrice, I thought—
as we went around the garden
trying, with words, a precarious knot.

Trading barbs with my accomplice,
I pointed out the faded roses,
like Benedick and Beatrice.

I fingered one seeded clot
that would become a rosehip
hard as the primordial knot.

Below was the littered trick
of a once-glittering beetle
like Beatrice or Benedick.

The metal tags were polyglot
but the long arms of live oak
tied and untied a prelapsarian knot.

Millions or billions don’t mean bliss;
think cotillions when you speak of stars
like Benedick and Beatrice

and not the prestidigitatory not.

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