Today's poem is by Justin Sherwood
Interior with Sky
Push where the entrance
is most narrow. No new flag,
just mutation in fiber
and coloration. On
which side we hang it.
What I stand for
is flagless, the walls
blank and I won't
ask to drill them.Just sit
here in whiteness and see.
If shapes form out
of ether, if we go blind,
if our ears sharpen
and we discover we have
neighbors and they are tireless
in tall shoes. They move
out and in, and what
they carry. They will
know us when they see us
if they see us.
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Copyright © 2018 Justin Sherwood All rights reserved
from Low Theory
Seven Kitchens Press
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission
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