This one's hot off the presses from this week's New Yorker.
Enjoy.
Turning
by W. S. Merwin
Going too fast for myself I missed
more than I think I can remember
almost everything it seems sometimes
and yet there are chances that come back
that I did not notice when they stood
where I could have reach out and touched them
this morning the black sheperd dog
still young looking up and saying
Are you ready this time
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