Each unto some other
thing. Seeking variety.
She says: go fetch. Not
like dog, more harvest
festival. So you mean-
der & bring driftglass
& gull's feather from
the beach, tree-root
curved from the earth's
compression, flowers &
stalks of wheat from the
opening of the field. Re-
bus. Distributed. Finally
some thrift-shop thing, an
old cushion revitalized
through careful washing,
or a small print, Turner,
the Thames in fog. &
the house, so long in
building, comes together.
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