UNIDENTIFIED CRAFT
A map in the shape
Of a kite scans over
The land it paints
Nodding to the strings
That no one sees
Though they be de-
tached–God’s hand
Nevertheless
Beats me tirelessly
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A map in the shape
Of a kite scans over
The land it paints
Nodding to the strings
That no one sees
Though they be de-
tached–God’s hand
Nevertheless
Beats me tirelessly
The day my book of poems set to print, the entire world bought a red pack of Marlboros or put on their favorite black lipstick. Some might have kissed their wives. Then climbed into a hole without the dog, a couple machines, a few... Continue →