Saturday, September 10, 2022

Unseen

Under the sway of tiny lights, the umbrella disappears.  And you thought the void was the night sky.  


 

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  1. Susan E. GangelSeptember 23, 2022 at 9:10 AM

    pack of gum

    picking up the discards isnt
    the only gumption
    fathoms ringing solidarity
    depths
    of
    feeling
    flames in the sandstone
    a rackety mile away

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