Today, there’s no one who doesn’t look
Like someone I miss. How can we know
What to ask for, what not to ask for.
Morning is belly-heavy, complicated
By roads. Your turtle-shape departed,
I’m ridiculous in my state of undress.
Out again alone
Among the strict, old hedges.
To get lost here but I’ll try.
Delicate lattice at the base
Of blank unbudging.
And I’m wishing all the wishers