Jardin des Plantes
Rilke will not stir from the edge of a pond after
weeks on the shallow end. Without warning, he
turns toward two boys engaged in tug-o-war,
locked in dance with desire, eyes fixed on the
other's, and they dance and tug, tug and dance.
He lays on the ground and probes belly, breast.
He cannot help but cheer and applaud the children.