As things grow rarer, they enter the ranges of counting.
Remain this many Siberian tigers, 
that many African elephants. Three hundred red-legged egrets. 
We scrape from the world its tilt and meander of wonder
as if eating the last burned onions and carrots from a cast iron pan.
Closing eyes to taste better the char of ordinary sweetness.


from Ledger (Knopf, 2020); first appeared in Washington Square. Used by permission of the author, all rights reserved.