Of Orbs, OpeningAnn Neuser Lederer
Colored only by embossment, a slight shift in texture, smooth to ripple, center page Let us show all pity and tenderness to those who laugh, wrote Proust In the rear view mirror, a flush, ascending Straight ahead, a tight electric red directly beneath the barely discernable moon Sputter of glitter smother Mosaic rubble tumbles from the blown open apse You see, I had to run for my life early, and train myself to rarely glance back Red, in the movie, stared from the bench at the bare red bulb above the closed door cicadas cicadas cicadas cicadas Like a retriever pointing at Virginia's river, we drew back to that place, never mentioning the dried rat dung on the hot upper level boards.
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