11/07/2020

Infinite Diagonals

The invisible speaks

sotto voce

in the coordinates

and concordances

of constantly shifting

lines.


[LSS, 11/7/20]


Harvest Song


The vendor presses us 

to take the apples, 


all of them, or at least 

as many as we can carry. 


He doesn’t want money,

he says, he just wants 


all of the singers 

to go back home.


[LSS, 11/7/20]




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