from Book I, Part 1, Mystery Tramp Eclogues
Serum Ratios at 36°N
The geography is the key, its contours
nested in degrees of wind and rain,
slumped coconut trees,
cockroaches shinnying the sweepings
in this remote station.
In mountains descending seaward
the deer turns its head, and with it
the geography, the position of landscape
adjusts itself to waves
shushing through bright corals.
Through monkey protectorates
the path arrives, through hot waxy leaves,
through spores of shitake and ten thousand stars
eaten raw, ten thousand disappointments
swelling saffron flags.
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