"Wildly expected, if you will,
cataclysm."
Things i'd say, am saying,
to persons no longer present.
Yards away the dun pines
shake down their needles.
"Oh, please, yes," to all of it.
If you watch me from
increasing distance,
i am writing this always.
—Manipulated poem by Rae Armantrout with original stanzas.
