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Emerging Curves
Spot time conceals: wait long enough (for how few things we have time to wait) the face of the glacier splits off, the overhang drops into sharp depth and comes up blue to its proper bob (so much so fast the long preparation blinks): or take wet snow clumps sloped on a spirea bush's finework: how long it takes thawing drops to drop at forty degrees: but by afternoon or maybe the next morning, the bush's risen way out of nodding: I'll never know what becomes of this slope I live on: I know the wind coming up's high farther down where the slope sheds sharply but what the wind's doing or what the brook's going the other way are putting up or taking down the long sayings tell.