Sunday, November 30, 2014


Unexpected yet recognizable.  A Fuyu persimmon as poem.  
Tell me, the kinship between anomaly & non sequitur.  


1 comment:

  1. No, no, she cried out
    don't take me there again--
    that she would end up for a while
    in the same brick-bashed building
    they had taken the rickety train to
    so long ago
    the letter still in the sun says nothing
    unopened, says everything unopened