We have enough to eat.
A bed. A roof and warmth.
Ears tuned to voice.
Day is a herald.
Sure, says the world.
Down by the river
a story is unfolding.
It is private.
An old woman is knitting.
Sure says the sky.
It is possible to learn.
At the river, stones gather.
They are like notes.
A text waiting to be sung.
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john mann poems 
On first reading my attention shifted from noun to noun (roof, food, domicile, old woman, sky, river, stones) I tried to tie them together and could not entirely do so. Good. Just like life. I am in the moment and slightly confused. Good. The final line qualifies the penultimate and should be dropped (?). Why this expository gesture when you have us where we need to be?