Friday, December 23, 2016

Robert Verdon, #397, 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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