Behold, sunrise on the cobblestones,
a path slippered with moss leading
to the river. Behold, meaning to regard
but also keep fast or close. Millions
of views, whether it's of the moon
at its zenith or the tides cresting
and swallowing barns and silos, garden
sheds, bleachers in a stadium
one state away. Is that your father's
threadbare bathroom robe fluttering
on a half-submerged dogwood tree, its topmost
branches still laden with custard berries?
Are those his yellowed dentures conversing
with dented weather vanes? A blue and pink
axolotl swims into view on the wall of a thrift
store. Henceforth wherever you walk,
the ground at night is softened with stars.
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