To the Author of Glare

　　by David Lehman

　　 There comes a time when the story turns into twenty

　　 different stories and soon after that he academy of shadows

　　 retreats to the cave of a solitary boy in a thriving

　　 metropolis where no one remembers the original story

　　 whic is， of course， a sign of its great success： to be forgotten

　　 implies you were once known， and that is something we

　　 can prize more than the gesture greater than the achievement：

　　 but I wander from the main point： the main point is one

　　 among many fine dots so fine you need a microscope to see them

　　 but then they multiply like germs： the work of the deepest cells

　　 is ergonomically incorrect， but effective nevertheless， like

　　 my footprints in the snow leading to you， wou would be my father

　　 if this were a dream and I on the verge of waking up somewhere

　　 other than home： but the hours remain ours， though they

　　 were gone almost as soon as they arrived， hat and coat in hand.

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