Sunday, July 9, 2017


dream in unmade yellow and blue bed opposite window

something about grey car won’t start don’t know why

recall earlier perception when, past its true place

next, unlimited number of possibilities, perhaps is

when the truck left I thought I could follow my own

thought stream without being accompanied by pianist

grey whiteness of fog again against invisible ridge

lines of birds circling to the right toward horizon

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