Poetry

captured eternity

There are silhouettes on the sun-
somehow orange and purple-
that are visible to human frailty;
but still I turn from them
in hopes to see
the line of your body indent time.

Kevin Crispin
What do you think is up to my right in the picture? A cob web? Probably a cob web. Or maybe it's my Beatles records on top of my air conditioner. It's certainly not fresh, new wainscoting.

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