Read a poem by another poet written
on the same day:

flamboyance

to not make sentences, to make
time, over and over and shooting
up in diagonal sparks from under
the water
into deep the sky lightened
approximate precision, then the universe

turned apparent

out from under itself

fiercely, terrifically, irresponsibly,
rivalry between here and now,
there and there, importune twists
in an already twisted inherency

radiating heat in spirals, figs
thin-skinned, prorated. inhibited
remnants of an impression, still
more quietly between tendernesses
it's a knack and not everyone's got it

greed is unbecoming, they say, and also
it turns into nothing, turns of
phrase awkwardly conjoin or form
turned formula hotly behind you

the hills look soft but aren't
it's easy to forget
and worthwhile

tremendous proximate memory
simplified not eased nor
the incident a very deep steep—
walled space in memory untoward
(not intending to be rude)
leaning forward into it — "next"
unuttered month like a maw open