Words too close to a precipice?
The memory of what the mirror saw?
Snapshot left in a drawer for two decades. No names, no dates on back-of. What to make of?
When the story needs to be told, to be written.
Small dishes with irregularly-cut savories placed in hand's-reach of the hungry. A trace of salt; no trace of ambiguity.
Brazen 3
ReplyDeletecall waiting:
their visions exemplary
on the prevailing lines
extraordinary disciples
cannot claim to be sole proprietors
too bad about the unhinged
allegories
tapering off
in their time