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Tired Eyes · Douglas Delaney At the far edge of visibility Is a point I'm heading toward To pass, then another point appears Still too distant to be visible. A herd of animals will run for days Searching for food and water. Who is breathing, moving My legs one after the other, Who is in my body, sleeping in my head? Ducks sitting in the reservoir Occasionally dive, as trees Casually drift by— An immovable object decides To hurtle through space, A flower is going back to seed. In the farthest distance Clouds are mobilizing like an ocean. An old memory is beginning to disappear For someone reclined On a horse, staring at the blades of grass Arranged in a field too large to cross. The Missouri Review · 33 ...

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