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Hold, Open, LookAuthor(s): Jack MarshallSource: The North American Review, Vol. 259, No. 1 (Spring, 1974), p. 65Published by: University of Northern IowaStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/25117538 .

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Scott. "Isn't this a heaven day? Makes one feel new

again!" Her mother, grumbling, shuffled forward to the table.

Elizabeth Madison Scott pushed her in.

1.1. Accident

It was midnight. It was a weekend.

And I needed cash. So I did like they said and drove down to my Banking Unlimited Money Machine and stuck in my card and dialed 5-0-0-0 and it ate me up.

12. Ruminations of an Owl from East Hartford

Just finished a tough mouse.

Yesterday was slim pickings, too. Used to love shrew,

but they're harder and harder to come by.

My woman visited cousins in Revere, Mass last month.

Came back all set up. They eat well up there. Function in her honor and they all brought something for the larder.

Here comes that raccoon with a frog.

Smartass. Q

JACK MARSHALL

HOLD, OPEN, LOOK

The waiting tracks of gone birds

raise their hands.

I have no wheels, am no stationwagon,

cannot carry your sweat on my back,

nor unroll what I mean

into a sleeping bag.

In grass the color of clouds

hangs the junk of speeding fame: a slug limed on a brick.

Next to it, speech?the thinnest muscle

having to lift weights. Fine as an eye of honey

in the daily swill, we took it for hunger, we took it for meat.

Now it comes chewing, billowy lion head

of fog tossing over the hill, chewing itself shapeless?lips, nose, feet.

Who is that angel in white sneakers

you saw arriving on the playing fields of paradise? Not me.

Each of us is many infants made from the holes of sponges.

0 be buttoned safely into that soaked home's pure porous drift ....

Like a root-hand in a new skin,

hold, open, look.

THE NORTH AMERICAN REVIEW/SPRING 7974 65

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