Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Robert Verdon, #373, detritus

mountains turn to sundials

on a plain’s vast stage

tiny against the cosmos

a caterwauling school recorder band

the neat young woman

throwing up outside the post office at 7.30 a.m.

a pulse of electricity

flowing down a thinning wire

glowing hot.


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