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FORESIGHT

1

The way we gather

at the window, pointing

with funereal awe

to this thing

that isn’t one of us—

a doe

nibbling the lawn.

2

Reflections

staggered by ripples

at the feet

of quaint buildings

in paintings

on hotel-chain walls.