This reminds me of the wonderful, subtle associations in and among the haiku you sometimes group in a post. My favorite paragraph:
“When I came to the end of Part I, I was taken aback by the additional blank sheet between the sections. Up in the woods, a two-squirrel chase came to an abrupt end when a third squirrel tried to join in. The guard stationed in a booth at the cemetery gates played chess with himself on page 37, and I looked down at my chair and noticed for the first time how the plastic was worn rough at the ends of the arms, right before the bend where they turned into legs.”
I’ve never sat down and read an entire book of poetry. If I ever tried, I think I’d steel myself by rereading these first.