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To James Tate, 3rd draftThis is tangible, JT, / pricking stars behind my eyes, / streaming hot saltwater verse,

Young ArtistRed determination plunges spatulatic bristles / Into your jar of paint;

Beloved StonesI see the pains that have gathered / around you like the loving stones

Blinklessnot / contented with the coin-like dapples / water spiders make I took / the bait

Blue MoonI waited thirty days inside / A glass box made of presumptions, / Expecting nothing.