However far sight
stretches, it does
not snap--
Through a dime-operated sight glass
the sails of still yachts bulge,
children scale a tree
limbs as twigs tear
their eyelids,
and a man kicks
his squatting dog's leg--
and I like to stand
here and watch
and mock their
infatuation with small
things,
yet when these liver-
spotted cheeks puff dry
air I hear, "You are a fool
to have died so young."
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