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Lost Lamb
He moved as in an eddy—
a perpetual compulsion
to go contrary to the direction
his body took . . .
saying, "yes" for "no", "no" for "yes."
Winning medals for accuracy
in the exercise kept him
a one-armed driver.
Always when he and the stars
got together . . . and the katydids
drilled into his secret,
(let the laughter off
so the tears rolled out)
he climbed up over the edge
of orthodoxy——and sat
with God.