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For Four
It’s the only number
I’ve befriended. Others see
it as sailboat or
tree. I see it
as a sentinel in
the snow, a draftee
more lost than zero,
more alone than one.
Circular and disorderly, I
love nonetheless angles, geometry.
I spent summers truing
four corners of foundations
with my founding father.
Four’s the only number
that romanced me; it’s
the beat, the measure,