Tom Hitt is writing as if it doesn't matter.
The poet lives long but observes,
ill equipped for stating grace-
In gracelessness concedes her ignorance.
Of all that passes eyes unseen,
here the poet lives for these-
These graceful, awkward blunders manifest.
She takes with no thing given back,
eyes set down upon a world-
One never ceasing to amaze her now.
march 19, 2015 —- ~TH~