But one that can help
Focus attention
On what’s inside it.
The hours frame the day.
An open window
Frames an early moth,
Brown in afternoon
Sunlight and bare blue,
Daringly early
For the season. How?
How gaes it? Maxwell
Asked of everything
He saw as a child
In Scotland. Wonder.
How’s it going? How
Is this moth thriving,
And is it thriving?
What is it risking
Flying in sunshine?
A question’s a frame,
Questions and answers—
Being frames—fictions.
Still, their attention
Focuses wonders.
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