Against Close Reading
—Questions for Discussion
What does the sky mean?
Is the grass correct?
How many splashes in that pond?
And while we’re at it,
what is the point of Tuesday,
of the numeral six, of north?
Might the marsh water have an answer,
an opinion, some silence as of judgment?
Can you kindly explain
the mailbox flecked with rust,
new brakes, dog fur, the taste of salt?
And how about this gray turkey
strutting across a gray field
as if he owns it?
Wouldn’t you agree?