Today's poem is by David Dodd Lee
(an Ashbery Erasure poem)
About this unhappiness:
Run out and stay a minute.
Roll up in a blanket.
That's how they looked,
Tied to no actual drift.
Spoons were put up for sale.
We stood in our back alleys,
Chagrin brilliant on our faces.
I don't know. Why does one write?
I replied to your waking
And the affair of sleeping and waking began.
Look, a fish is coming to save us.
Maybe unimportance isn't such a bad thing after all.
Copyright © 2007 David Dodd Lee All rights reserved
from Passages North
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