Watching the sky climb upa tree for once, I buried myself inthese first snows, this commerce. Field 41Let us run the hard water into the gray field,bending like PEX pipe in the subterranea. The entrance to the cellar is behind a curtainand more often than not, I see you there. Field 26Dispassionate protocols, attend me:I am across the valley, sitting like an athletein the embouchure through which cattle pass. I am already laughingat my surveillable geriatric heart, which will not survivethe finer and finer articulations of watching and prediction.