The Nacreous Oughts

12 June 2007

(by J.-P. Witkin)

   Fire in the Shillelagh

Troubling and squandered hours
found here · shahid
ellipses... Armstrong's footprints
crumble under the solar wind.

The pigeon stands its ground.
My tires barely crunch.

Lanes next narrow three to one
with only a confused
faded turquoise,
writing and steering badly.

K. S.

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