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fairweather
(ekphrastic)
in a
maze of faces
all
under
like
a ladder stood to show
a
house has only so much hold
time
touches
and
then time sets free
a
web of thatch
a
grove
the
streets in it are dust
but
lean to frame a window
you
won't see the island's edge
sea
still standing squared
there
isn't the alphabet for this
it
all rings flickering
we're
bung
I like it. I like it very much.
ReplyDeletePainting too.