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Here skid marks on I-25 mark a head-on collision;

here I folded an origami crane;

here a man writes in grass style: huan wo he shan;

here black poplar leaves swayed on the surface of clearest water;

here a downy woodpecker drills high in the elm;

here a dog drags a horse’s leg back from the arroyo;

here Keene’s cement burned into my wrist and formed a riparian scar;

here, traveling at night through the Sonoran Desert,

everyone choked when sand swept through the open windows of the train;

here yellow and red ranunculus unfold under a chandelier;

here in the Jemez Mountains a cluster of Clitocybe dilatata;

here we spot eleven dolphins swimming between kelp beds up the coast;

here we look through binoculars at the blue ion tail of a comet in the northwest sky;

here pelicans are gliding above a cliff;

here when I pour water down the drain, a black cricket pops up;

here the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes

was a cut peony in a glass;

here is the origin of starlight.