Today's poem is by Jane Lewty
Circuit someone, somewhere
Circuit someone, somewhere
circuitcrackchip
someone says listen.Nuance and pace plays, how I miss you, what a tune, it makes me say we
We, the pale arrivals, pale sedentary
see our last
our last roofs, mountings,
awnings go down, telepoles
wait, where do we need
to be?In water we go round
and we go round.In all water
is all compounds
is this town, its hard quarry
its calcite weathers, redbrick and radialIn our town, our river runs
it runs always
as if over stones.
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from The Literary Review
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