Remember this poem? its simple
rooms? its window full of trees? the white
gable which you loved?
how its lone triangle seemed to encompass
all humanity? and the spiky yellow sun
exploding somewhere outside of it?
Of course you do. In fact you're reciting it
right now, standing on one foot in the room
of a different poem.
|artwork by Irene
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