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RESEARCH ARROWS

The quiet of the training film,
Spring or summer light through shade trees,
You are wearing your pink sweatshirt with a name on it I can't read
Something has happened to my brain.
I am happy and you are,
Home. The boat makes the journey in an hour.
The javelin thrower is replaced
By a line extending out into the distance
But also back through the feet into the ground.
If the arm were a cannon
The optimal angle would be 45 degrees,
But hurling spears is only one of the many tasks the arms have bent to.
Who would be alarmed if evolution were involved.
Volute -- fold. And the hand, a remarkable machine permanently associated
With manipulation. But look --
It feels good for me and for you
When I stroke your hair, when we feel
The sweater we don't buy.
We're not dictionaries.
We face the deep and cloudless east.
Behind us, sun and clouds.