Words

I pursue your fleeting form,

Assure myself of August days

(There are thirty one)

Trust in paper

And pensive paper (128 pages,

lined/unlined/blank)

An epiphany in rags,

The typecast table turning green,

Your skipping form ahead of me

A letter, Re: unstable.

 

© E.C. Richardson

 

 

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