Share this postDispatch #130www.poetrydispatches.comCopy linkFacebookEmailNoteOtherDispatch #130two lunesJoseph MasseyJan 30, 202317Share this postDispatch #130www.poetrydispatches.comCopy linkFacebookEmailNoteOther6ShareText within this block will maintain its original spacing when published glossy winter sky— stubbled fields distantly rattle * as the room recedes around me, night absorbs the form
"New England . . . is a condition / . . . whose electricity / is brickish or made into / T beams--They dangle them / on wire cables . . ." [Williams.]
I like "night absorbs the form"