11/29/2020

Rhetorical Device


I am not prepared

to tell you where

I have hidden the parts 

of your machine, 

which I dismantled today

while you were away

at the philosophers’ 

convention.

[LSS, 11/29/20] 


A Jury of Trees


Peaceful and still, waiting

for nothing, 

silent,

their only job to listen

to the evidence, 

meditating,

preying on the words 

I lay before them.

[LSS, 11/29/20]

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