Spot time conceals: wait long enough (for
how few things we have time to wait) the
face of the glacier splits off, the overhang
drops into sharp depth and comes up blue to
its proper bob (so much so fast the long
preparation blinks): or take wet snow clumps
sloped on a spirea bush’s finework: how long
it takes thawing drops to drop at forty degrees:
but by afternoon or maybe the next morning, the
bush’s risen way out of nodding: I’ll never
know what becomes of this slope I live on:
I know the wind coming up’s high farther down
where the slope sheds sharply but what the wind’s
doing or what the brook’s going the other way
are putting up or taking down the long sayings tell.
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