Yew and eye
      and eye and yew
    soak up the dark
      while you are gone.
    This shade unfurled
      from root to bough
    was planted here
      when I was born.

    Within its reach
      I shut my eye
    to eye of day
      and day’s return
    as birds depress
      Selectric keys
    addressed To Whom
      It May Concern.

    It may concern
      Saint Augustine,
    October hail,
      the falling Dow,
    or any poor
      reflective thing
    but yew and eye
      and eye and yew.