Unlike the camelopard it can't be anything too obvious
or unfamiliar.  To just stay lowered, and gradually
the watermark will reappear, sorrow shaking in the trees,
images and the like, bashful demagogues come to congratulate us,
moving us imperceptibly closer to the goalposts,
approved by the Rake's Progress Administration, chasing
the sap lest it harden into gunk and deplete us,
means that anything couldn't have happened.

So strange signs are going to appear.
Longtime he sat upon the porch.
Ten billion times the resolution dipped, waved
and was off.  Happy Weather!  Exactly.

-- from Unlike the Camelopard; John Ashbery (2012)