The Window

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Position is where you 
put it, where it is,
did you, for example, that

large tank there, silvered, 
with the white church along-
side, lift

all that, to what 
purpose? How 
heavy the slow

world is with 
everything put 
in place. Some

man walks by, a 
car beside him on 
the dropped

road, a leaf of 
yellow color is 
going to

fall. It
all drops into 
place. My

face is heavy
with the sight. I can 
feel my eye breaking.

© Robert Creeley