Looking out the picture window,
I thought I saw an orange owl.
It was mid-November, leaves
already fallen. An optical
illusion, it was not. It flew
away as fast as I could tell
whether it was an owl or something
other—it wasn't something other.
Whatever we believe the world
to be, it is. That dazzling vision
is just as real as you or me
and flies upon a great intent.
Here it is! It never went.
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