Friday, June 2, 2023

The Glass Place

A word, if we may, a cough.
Outside, evening light rolls in.
Inside, more lines roll along.

Tie those breakers to the shore.
Waters rise off of the Earth,
To evaporate in space.

Where should those waters have been,
Have evaporated home
From in the first, glaucous, place?

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