11/25/2020

Late One Late November Afternoon


She’s using stencils 

to ink some letters 


on the unprimed canvas 

of her summer dress. 


She’s using all the numbers 

and all the symbols too. 


The number eight 

and the cents sign 


lie exhausted on their sides, 

asking when it got to be 


this dark and why can’t she

just go away and leave them 


to their private language.


[LSS, 11/25/20]

 

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