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This poem is taken from PN Review 247, Volume 45 Number 5, May - June 2019.

Thoughts Andrew Wynn Owen
I. THE TASK

Mapmakers? No, more like composers, setting
         desire in step with speech,
   constructing, channelling, begetting
         what once seemed out of reach:
the peaceful intra-variance of things,
   a net that nature cast to teach
attentive senses. Tangled ivy slings
              organic links
         along a wall. Time flings
              its fractious brinks
   and hectic brevities against
              the baffled sphinx
of pattern-spattered truth, sought for and sensed.


II. STUFF

Widgity bugs, shoe trees, and jellied eels.
         all these and so much more.
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