Final Exam
       

The proctor,
an ancient she-crow,
offers instructions
vague as fog.
You are given to understand
that the allotted time varies,
as does the arc of the grading curve.
There are no right answers
and also, perhaps,
no wrong ones.
In fact, it seems
there are no answers.
All that remain are some fragments
of a single question
scattered on a cave floor
in southwestern France
among the ashes
of a long-dead fire.

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