If he looks outside again
perhaps the evening sky will blue a little more,
and the image half seen in the neighbor’s window
might bore into the lately-dulled warrens of his curiosity
and prowl among other burdensome urges not soon
(or already half-) written,
and find the same small, transcendent nudge
a sky and a pack of Camels once gave him.
So he turns
(because you always must), and
before the image could disappear or, worse,
disappoint,
his eye led not just to a source---
or some glimpsed body
of a source---
but the emulsion, too,
the fade,
just to see something take hold
then die
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