Things are not
unmoving (or else what

is ing there for?)
The things once-living

fall on the never-living   
all the more movingly for the eye

that passes over them.
The wind wells up

to spill a trail
of onces off the nevers,

take opaque from eye
to mind, or near it —

every rocking takes some leaving
to a stonish spirit.
– Heather McHugh, ” Leaf Litter on Rock Face”
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