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Real Life, Dear Voyeur, Real Life

Much has kept me from my task.

October has peaked here. To look out

the window is to lift from the chair

in order to get closer to those

leaves, still shining with the drop

in temperature, radiant with colors

too exact and pleasing to explain.

To look out is to leave the house

entirely, in search of a justifiable

chore. The garlic, for example,

must be planted, and soon,

lest the best of our seed cloves

shrivel away to no better than

dust-in-a-casing right there

in the box. And not only that:

we are completely out of celery!

I tell you, real life is a pull and a lure

and a fling-back thing, a need

and a need and a slow-motion slide

through all sorts of partially identified

coming-right-at-you sudden matters.

Some of them just plain practical

to attend to. And then, right before

Autumn, the yard was in Summer,

the whole out-of-doors bobbing

or zooming—at any rate, busy.

I hung our laundry on the line and,

charmed by the shape and efficiencies

of the wooden pins, was made

nostalgic for my own first toys.