The deer--neck not birch trunk, eyes
not leaf or shadow, comes clear
from nowhere at the eye's edge.
The woman's legs stop.Her mind
...
sits with a small smile, watching
two speckled frogs or lizards run right
and left, apart, together
...
Old eyes, but wiser, says the Greek.You lose sight of guide-
lines: I before E, Every Good Boy
Does Fine, Insert Tab A in Slot B.
Things arrive, at this late date, unlabelled.All that book-
...
Look! A flash of orange along the river's edge--
"oriole!" comes to your lips like instinct, then
it's vanished--lost in the foliage,
...