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THE FIG

Inside the fig there is a serpent

Beguiled by a beguiling serpent.

There is a breached levee, falling

And fallen stars, a grappling hook,

Icebergs in mist, megaliths,

A cache of Indian head nickels,

The invisible caught in the act

Of adhering to light, a matchbook

That warns close cover before striking . . .