Yes, Coach A life broad- brushed is limited. Only so many ways of describing things. There- fore. Repetition, replication. Yes- terday he got up & looked towards the east, west the day before. Today he is out buying a compass, learning to do things by degrees. Minutiae. in sight Translucency on a different wave- length. Not light from behind but from with- in. How sweet the beets are. Leave the words out. Meanwhile So many things beginning with the same letter. No wonder he was confused. The court- yard empty & the flowers turned into dust. Never- theless he pressed on with it. Small animals were drawn to him. Reminiscent of a Monet painting Light is a skein on the water, is wool under the eyes of astronauts. Is the sky de- rided, a kind of panopticon. Light is a sty of argot- noughts, full of Goldwyn fleas.