Poetry

Entresol

 

Snow, which is useful
for seeing through,

fattens as it falls. I take a picture
to send you then

another with 
my fingers on the pane.
The alert languors. The dust
unsettles. Rust
details.



 

Almost is more than
most. The singer stepped aside,
apologized, then applauded where she’d been.

Groundling
doves, the livelong
sidelong.

Efficiency has done
what it can. 

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