2 Ediths: TO EDITH WILSON and EDITH

TO EDITH WILSON and EDITH

I was one or so, I guess, maybe two

For there is a photograph of the two

of us as a portrait.  Not one but two

Ediths, she and I and stilled-wheels. Two

dimensions doubled twice. A being two-

selfed, as I said in line 1; and of two-

aspects in one poem as I would need two-

in-one to travel. As one we went, two

wings for Evon’s flight. Number 1 and 2.

Iambic Edith Iambic for two

To make it together, one needs but two

Parts. Traveling by day and night, two

Halves of Oranges, of Moons. No doubt two

Solar Systems at points joine one and two.

This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.