I was supposed to use spam from my junk mail to write a poem today but I don’t have any…(“greetings of said porphyry unicorn proposal” from “Honor Hornwoofter” was part of the suggestion.)
Instead I decided to go back to exactly three months ago and a stone that I wrote on that day, which never got in to the River of Stones (knowing how way leads on to way...) I started to turn it into a longer poem and then realized que es como es. (It is what it is.)
Jan 26
It was a bus ride
Through clouds of dust
You
Out of nowhere
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