Sit with your back to the road
on the edge of a layered distance,
a bounded foreshortening.
In tones of cloudy quiet,
watch morning dogs walk their owners;
feel the timber play beasts anticipate
a shower of infants, and stiffen.
Observe the passage, west and east:
pigeon and train are moving planes,
framed in viaduct and beech.
Hear tennis players, white and black,
bounce and reach; sweaty joggers also
make their entries and panting exits.
See smokers amble, slowest,
most foreshortened.
v.2000
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