Sunday, January 3, 2016


Now is the time to choose

Either the mountains     
    or the ocean
              or the seashells I used to own,
       the empty cigar box,
             the endless corner of snow-filled laughter,
                   or the earth itself.
The dead things that walk along crowded streets
               sell scraps of brown wind
                      to deafening time.
Cheat them.


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