Apr 9, 2014

4/9/14

 
Ascend
the thousand-yard
stairs

What is left

What is right

When

Broken bowl
in an empty shop
Cracked cup
A nothing store

Nothing to sell
nothing to say
nothing to do
just like
all the stars
the Earth the Sun the Moon
Transparent fish, 
sleek kittens & vaz-zes, 
faces vino loves.
 The threads
 of coach, born in Trieste, in 
either place,
 Guiliana is always tired.

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