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From something in the trees
looking down at me
or else an inexact sign
of a remote and artificial tenderness–
a woman who passes me
and who will not consider me–
things I have tried to take
with which to make something
like a toy for my children
and a story to be quietly forgotten.
Oh God, send me an omen
that I may remember more often.
Keep me, see to me,
let me look.
Being unsure, there is the fate
of doing nothing right.
Robert Creeley (1926-2005)
