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A Chippewa designer dies from pancreatic cancer

and leaves behind tracing paper, X-Acto knives,

rubber cement, non-photo blue pencils,

a circular instrument that calculates reductions

and enlargements. A child enters a house and finds

a dead man whose face has been eaten by dogs.

Who is measuring the pull of the moon in a teacup?

In a thousand years, a man may find barrels

of radioactive waste in a salt bed and be unable

to read the warnings. Sand is accumulating

at the bottom of an hourglass, and anything—

scissors, green wind chime, pencil shavings,

eraser smudge, blooming orchid under skylight—

may be a radial point into light. When a carp

flaps its tail and sends ripples across the surface

of a pond, my mind steadies into a glow. Look

at a line that goes into water, watch the wake,

see the string pulse and stretch into curved light.