For Bill
That’s one way to look at it, I thought,
without naming it, leaving the thing
unnamed, without definition—still,
just beyond, breathing but silently.
Well, he would have thought of it that way
too. A passing on of language, like the gift
of one of his beloved oxymorons, like
famous poet or living will or sure thing,
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