The Nacreous Oughts

09 February 2012

warmth in my hands of the white cup
inside me the change · inside me the dire rigor
a kleenex used, that the dog can snatch
from the backed-up lane three cars peel away
one after the other, like synchronized swimmers

contrail at dawn · Numan in the CD player
the horizon powdery graypink shading into lilac-aqua
with an air overall of mild bemusement
among the tense mechanicals

the illusion of action at a distance · this wind
that thrives at · the bright edges
of puddles


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