Robert Verdon, #397, pictures
pictures
don’t
hang
on
the wall, like blue notes in the mind,
they
are portholes, hatches
to
those
two
grey
ships moored
by
the Limestone Plains
which
hang
before
our
squinting eyes in
gravid air,
two
mountains once submarines.
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