By Keith Waldrop
things
forgotten
I could
burn in hell forever
set the glass
down, our
emotion's moment
eyes vs sunlight
how removed
here, from
here
towards the unfamiliar and
frankincense forests
against the discerning light
everybody
sudden
frightful indeed, the sound of
traffic and
no appetite
the crowd
I would like to be
beautiful when
written
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