Day Poem

 

be nothing then but a

moving narrow bit of I

close my eyes on

planets or stars

pink bright

spot a

bird in fuchsia

a pink bride in a white tunnel

pink and wings and then

not rose a folding a not

folding the curtain the

curtain the house the house

roof pulls away from the walls

the sky the sky

it is blue there

 

 

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