I could just see you
the day you decide what poetry is.
These things, these shapes, these flowers
a partial memory to orchestrate
an arbitrary collection,
a miracle at the end of purpose.
We are ready.
Hass says Milosz is listed in the phone book.
Look for a pattern of three instances of ambiguity.
While you were wandering
telephone poles carried countless messages
across the land.
Even the hills show marks of obscure water.
You stand lost in thought
your feet together
and the road is long.
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