Tuesday, March 1, 2016

n om

days of name and
footed laundry was
it the milpa in
your mailbox many
legs detrousered
had run tomorrow
cross the sharp-edged
gravel is the canto
read inverted cause
the river took the
daily mountain down
is up the highway
toward a smoky tower
back there yr
nombre mumbles
c'est n'est pas nom
c'est l'innombrable
es la cueva inaudita
is was
not yours


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