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STILLWATER Lightsey Darst |
Then we walked down to the river and noticed the bridge Disassembled—or to dissemble, as in an eighteenth century novel, to set aside then the near present opens at seams, we can change our lives us will unfurl lotus-like in the center of this, I promise. In Grand Central I watched a man of her embrace over sports scores, his eyes divide along an inside line, private life is dim, what can you see of me but turning limbs. The heart, for certain, we were busy in antique stores telling stories, walking in old rooms
Dreamliner still on schedule, Boeing says
__ Given a choice, I'd rather have a used thing because it has history. This goes for language too. But you can't decorate your house with this stuff, I've been thinking lately; you don't wear it, it wears you. For further reading, watch a dance, or watch some people out the window, framing it as a dance. —This poem is for Jay. |