1. You said, time does not finish a poem—& it doesn’t. Maybe nothing does. Maybe a poem is longer than your nephew’s hat. Maybe it’s hot as the coffee of god, or the cigarettes in Zion where the ash falls
1. You said, time does not finish a poem—& it doesn’t. Maybe nothing does. Maybe a poem is longer than your nephew’s hat. Maybe it’s hot as the coffee of god, or the cigarettes in Zion where the ash falls