“sadness of those unschooled in the bottles’ gloom”

–Rene Char, Poets

Tonight, I hold my shape

tenuously, like a rabbit,

tense, on the edge

of a field: hold tight

in silence, or flee

into the brush?

(January 22, 2020)

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