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An Elegy for the Innumerable

Derek Pollard

Q: Is it ever enough

A: Spill of seltzer into cut glass

      Fog overwhelming the Golden Gate Bridge

Q: _____________

A: Outside the window half a dozen magpies scatter two by two

Gentle clink of glasses in the kitchen sink

Q: A bright summer morning

A: In the living room, the bed we have slept in

      Now piled with pillows, sheets lying on the floor

When we draw open the blinds, jet trails crisscross the sky

      Over there, love. Look. And there

Derek Pollard

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