Sparrows disappear
As the shape of a wing is recognized; 
The front door, walked to 

Near the beginning of his first journey
The great traveller (who was to suffer
Shipwreck, the loss of all his wealth, his slaves

What does it look like
now? A man, a woman , a roadside diner.

Here I am among them—guards
and scholars, lovers, even the shy ones,

What more is there to know? We speak
in tongues. We live nowhere near the water.

In spring all the poems that need to be written
Have. You are neither dejected nor relieved. Scrape and
Paint. Scrape and paint a gray house white.

space and your sizzling flywheel
   has fibrillized a cantaloupe so far out

Reader unmov’d and Reader unshaken. Reader unsedc’d
and unterrified, through the long-loud and the sweet-still
I creep toward you. Toward you, I thistle and I climb.

    A man in our office is really a dog. He does not do well, is slow and clumsy though extremely good-natured. 

On the 17th day, Noah's wife went to the window
and saw only water and knew the world was lost.

On the 20th day, Noah's wife went to the window