“My friend Hoodlatch used to ask…” “Hoodlatch” was a nickname for Snyder’s Portland friend, Robert Allen. No variations between this and the published version.

POEMS FROM LEFT OUT IN THE RAIN (1986)
“You’ve Gone Cold, I suppose…”
“Lines on a Carp (for an Apocalypse)”
“The Lookouts”
“Epistemological Fancies”
“Poem Left in Sourdough Mountain Lookout”
“Under the Skin of It”
“Numerous Broken Eggs”