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Sonnet (1)
He wanted us to think and
Said so. He wanted to have been
Something else, and was. He could carry
A child under each arm, and their skis,
Or his own weight on his back all day,
And did. He followed elk down the ravine
All the way to the water and never
Spooked them, could smell a doe
Sheltered in a thicket. Here was a man
Who sat unmoving in a clearing and heard
Snowflakes crackling in the cold
As they fell. That view, so high: I see him
The way his friend describes, legs
Folded beneath him. I feel him listening. 
Elegy
Sonnet (1)