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Resort Earth

Cornices overgrown with moss, the stoop
With nettles, flower beds
Hardly discernible beneath brambles and weeds—

Subsequent door was a spot the place drinks
Have been bought, so I ordered
A glass of pink wine. The Earth?

For years it by no means modified, stated the bartender.
Now youngsters received’t come round at evening.
Doorways shut by themselves

As if clouds have been gathering—bang!
Footsteps climb the staircase, one, two—

I paid the tab. Does something keep

There—hatred, the capability for love?
There’s the infant within the pink striped sweater
In opposition to blue sky, my left hand

Holding her, my proper the digicam.
She’s smiling at you.
We’re invisible, like the ocean.

This poem seems within the September 2022 print version.



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