1/28/2021

In Sight


Not the answer itself,

but the mist that softens 

its edges so you don’t 

trip along the way.


[LSS, 1/28/21]


Last Ferry


Don’t be surprised 

to see the ocean 

carrying on 

in your absence.


It learned from you 

the endless love 

of labor, never finishing 

what it began.


[LSS, 1/28/21]


The Dilemma of Fig #5


If I pluck 

all the numbers

from your lead 

brow, what will

remain of your 

face?


[LSS, 1/28/21]


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