By Grace Paley
When this old body
finds that old body
what a nice day it is
when that old body
loves this old body
it's dreamless to sleep
and busy to wake up
when this old body says
your're a little lumpy here and there
but you're the same old body after all
old body old body in which somewhere
between crooked toe and forgetful head
the flesh encounters soul
and whispers you
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