How good to be still—completely
Still, arrested in space if not time—
An extended comma before the
Ampersand. Like—at least
Between blinks—the planes
Stuck above the coast like
Misshapen stars on their
Way to Newark. Like—before
You look too close, before
The birds come home—a copse
On a pretty day.
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