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Telescope

Just look: the egret’s white

Reflects so like a cloud

Pursuing other clouds,

Which blow just like the white

Of wind-borne sand that winds

As if it were the wave

Atumble, breaking crest

All fracture like those shells

That fall from gulls whose beaks

Resemble oyster knives,

More dull than razor clams

And drabber than the speck

Of freighter farther out

Than one might ever hope

To swim, especially you

Who sees through glass egress

So clearly now what’s not

Before your eyes. But look.