Beside my ear the bowstring says,
“I’m just doing my job, goodby,”
and the halves of the bow begin to lament,
“It’s yesterday all over again—
Now! Now! Repent! Repent!
There goes the arrow to break the news:
“This is a world where everything
provides its own best argument,
headlong into being.” It all springs alive—
Event. Event. Event. Event.
--William Stafford
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