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DURING THE IMPOSSIBLE AGE OF EVERYONE

1.

There are so many people who’ve come before us,

arrows and wagon wheels, obsidian tools, buffalo.

Look out at the meadow, you can almost see them,

generations dissolved in the bluegrass and hay.

I want to try and be terrific. Even for an hour.

2.

If you walk long enough, your crowded head clears,

like how all the cattle run off loudly as you approach.

This fence is a good fence, but I doubt my own haywire

will hold up to all this blank sky, so open and explicit.

I’m like a fence, or a cow, or that word, yonder.

3.

There is a slow tractor traffic hollering outside,

and I’d like not to be traffic, but the window shaking.

Your shoes are piled up with mine, and the heat

comes on, makes a simple noise, a dog-yawn.

People have done this before, but not us.