I'll tell you what I'll do.
I think that I will read most of the poems in this paper
first and do them from page one on and skip the occasional poem
which I've decided to leave.
The measure is on page one.
And I've talked to some people about measure.
I don't want to talk too much about measure now.
I just want to read the poem.
The measurer, the moon measures creations of the begetting sun,
marking shades of color, diameters of growth.
Amazement growing from the moon cooled earth measures me.
My cells replenished by sunlight,
if I choose to meet it.
The moon doing a month of sun-made amazement.