19 August 2008


667
The grass has a flatness, yet single with shadows,
And the water beyond with glints, signs, has the pucker of a gull calling a wave to focus,
And the fence, against the terror, just so--
Grass, fence, water alternating in essence,
Eye, and shadow-casting form complacent.
O, summoned tableaux!
As careless of a sum as continuity imagined.

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