If it's true that every landscape is a self-portrait, then The Goldfinch Caution Tapes plein air selfies its way through small-town America. In these counties, acts of seeing and making share densely-tangled root structures. "Your eyes aren't bloodshot," D'Agostino tells us, "Your blood just wants a look / for itself." That looking is where each of these poems comes from and heads toward, documenting the natural history of any instant. The narrative, tonal, and syntactical instabilities in these poems always find their momentary stays against disintegration in their immediate surroundings--river's edge, rural cemetery, gravel road vanishing into field after field.