Sunday, January 1, 2017

Robert Verdon, #403, letters

letters
to the sea that we
do without, on a day sandbagged with
yellow cloud,
yucca
dropping one’s glasses in an empty park
flowers in dreams of balconies over perfect
city-states within states, hot
lines
of summer rain arranged like
antennae and tramwires and crosses on buns
letters
from the lens ground
underfoot
capturing briefly
what we have never known
we do without
letters
read when it is too late
to care

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