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History of the Inevitable

Fire wants to be ash, which wants

a bucket to hold it with unseeping certainty.

The bucket wants to look like the moon,

which it does some nights, while the moon

wants to be the storefront window, full

of something. But the window’s coats

are tired of town’s dull hooks and long

to be pitchforks, which long to be trees.

The trees envy the slow-moving cow

beneath their boughs, and the cow wants

an engine to propel it though the sharp

fence where the man rests, wondering

how he will ever go to his desire when

the universe so needs his tending hand.