Now, Harry, / this morning, / I hear/ what I always hear/ & today I name it/ the coincidences./ Here we are: / you, me Li Po/ (add Edgar-the-Dead, / Frankie-the-Cat, / Jack-the Dog/ if one line counts/ as birth);/ three (or five)/ coincidences/ at the balcony railing, / railing for belief/ or wine, or God &/ able to settle for none."Thus begins the first poem after the last poem in this book. In Mis-Givings, Emerson Gilmore explores the search for...