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around the metaphor
"No one paints the contemporary
by a sure ear for slant
Never occurs often
snapped back to possibilities
figure; a line of curling, white
sitting in front of a small
A graceful whorl of earth; and stone snakes
day's myths and today's hammer.
Intimacy is something
The columns stand like waiters
last seen in a little village
and see through but a different
Here is that face
wind off the lake
he apparently listens to all
but to peel the bark from
is less stentorian than old-
in time a head
more and more air