Who brings
in the dog when the cold coats each twig?
Who promises
a clear view from the mountain’s crest?
Unsmeared,
proportioned
Glimpse of a
better day held
Back because
whose vision
Bifocal or
trifocal
Can make out
a single
Symbol among
the day’s
Ort, scraped
to the side
Of a plate
and tossed out
The door,
down the steps,
And along
the mole dug
Earth caved
in from the dog’s foot.
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