My poem "Berakhah" (for Peter Burson) has been accepted by
erzebet for Jabberwocky. Meanwhile, I have the sempiternal con crud. One of these days, I promise: a post with content. Till then, I suggest you read
seajules's "The sky is the floor of an ocean" or
shweta_narayan's "Apsara" or Robert Pinsky's "Last Robot Song," all of which are beautiful, with truth in them, and much easier on the ear than me sneezing.
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- 1: Can't I take my own binoculars out?
- 2: And those who can remember when the night sky was a tapestry
- 3: Plates will shift and the earth will groan
- 4: Look into that smoldering building's bombed-out fog until it finally lifts
- 5: Probably not going to leave the slightest trace in the wake when it's my turn
- 6: Distant as a dream of the cradle on this lonesome beach
- 7: It's only eight, right?
- 8: If it's a moment in time, how come it feels so long?
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