Yesterday, a pastry chef brought 5 chocolate cakes all frosty, sweet, and richly dark to a volunteer banquet. There wasn't a box in sight. When you open the next box, which poems do your eyes eat? When you seal a box, which poems, stored. And how to mark the box?
boundaries of a sort untenable by some
ReplyDeleteand the hall closet missing its lightbulb
we searched for a long time for his medals
the dust on his uniform before discovery