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With gratitude for your readership—
Joseph
Without a Thought
"The eternity of things astonishes a brief duration."
—George Oppen
next door a television
mumbles into dusk
gathering night
*
following the breath
night flows through
the form of the room
*
the morning of the last day
—stripes of light fall
across an unmade bed
*
in the corner
of the room
morning
light
collapsing
*
wait,
the wind
will untangle
the pond
from the sky
*
web stretched
between shrubs
snares wind
siphoning sun
*
when the rain reminds you
you’re alive
before it begins to fall
*
quiet
but for a moth
caught in the lampshade
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