I really like this new poem by Bill Knott published by Maverick. More formal than most of the Bill Knott poems I know, despite the word "Fragments" in the title. Enjoy!
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Robin Reagler 
Nice poem. Some real truth in here, I think, about how we project the “detritus” within ourselves onto our environment rather than looking inside and dealing with the baggage there. “The ocean observes its own puddle,” and we should observe ours.