a moment dis-missed
then and then again
trees fell like bodies
this time dis-appears
as if ours to waste.
Artwork by José Nin y Tudó (1840-1908), Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons.
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Sunday, July 25, 2021
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For every poem I put here, there are four more never shared, around six never written and twenty-seven partially thought out. For every word...
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