haiku (and not your usual 5-7-5)
Thursday, March 19, 2020
I don't find monochromic wearisome.
For me black & white makes me think of print with its myriad of geometric configurations. A taste for texture & shape. Yea for Gutenberg. Or ink etching letters into a poem. There's a certain sublime coolness to the monochromic. One might suggest, a kitchen at midnight.
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She sleeps next to me in the sun--
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for us both