Sunday, January 19, 2020

Life reflected


is a palpable landscape, for sure.  Imaginative, too.  Much like a recipe with substituted ingredients. Like a poem edited so its inverse is witnessed.  
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  1. Susan E. GangelMarch 4, 2020 at 10:58 AM

    More to make the meaning more alive, I cut in line and pay the fare, nudging along with our sabers to work.
    No distinct memory of fog, for some reason, as we shouted
    for relief, for subterfuge.

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