Beyond the hill in a recess between lawns
See some of what has been abandoned.
The dull stalks surrounding it can no longer
Preserve such listless secrecies.
The wind is beginning to move
Through conversations.
Beyond this marble--pristine
Or in ruin,
Invents love from dust.
See how beyond this it pokes free with olives
And the surest temperature.
The Monkey
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There’s an area in our home referred to as “The Black Hole” as things tend
to disappear there never to be seen again. The notion that something
uncanny e...
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