that once as i was a kid made no idea the storm drain was much louder then old age brings secrets of helicopters to an older body the black sky of sleep at first draw a blue stripe at the top of the picture the first time i went down to the subway i hold its bones like dice in my hand behind grey clouds there is invisibility the water’s at the lip of the cup now then there’s green that’s grass at the bottom people waiting hardly moving for the next train you’ll never reach this age if you think about it so much space between green and bluefrom Yew Nork (2014)
Friday, March 14, 2025
Two Kids Playing Catch
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