What will they mean me in my careful circle
we never invented zero precarious placeholders wave
symbols of symbols sea-glass along the beach
hold one up to the light red shadow of the green world
sit in the sun and forge its noble antidote
do the opposite of thinking, the way stones do
full of words, no arguing, since before the mirror
the back of the mirror itself uncreated stuff
no time to wait, with no time at all
now any civilized person would take up her rakes
all three of me, parallel, it’s a shame to look
so much alike and never meet
three of us back and forth and the first
is always one, or some more intimate configuration
until somehow soft singing the leaves worked from the sweet earth.
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