Monday, May 11, 2020

A Bearable Abundance

Of light without too much heat—
Brilliant humble surfaces—
Tile roofs, cracked bricks, and dry grass
Awash in their own details—

Thinking through the world by means
Of poems prone to assertions—
I am often glad for that
And glad that happens often.

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