Things in his magazine form shiny objects,
Willis' symbols circle him,
figuring a tabloid where time coheres
as he assembles it, memories recur
and keep their shape, clarifying in the manner
of Steichen's Garbo..
Willis reaches for her, he holds his face with his forearms
reflected in the window, and she stays,
where March is epic and complex..
Lines group and Willis emerges,
fixing his tie and his breakfast while his wife sleeps,
or reading. Among the apparatus of eluding time
he varies his costume and mind -
Hawk, too, is serialised and alive.
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