Elusion
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At my window sill is where the pigeons perch at the onset of twilight. Under their wings, at a distance, I see the city and the hills beyond, their edges... Read More
editors note:
To get away from what gets away, make a map, let map make you. (This poem comes from Debarshi’s collection, Osmosis. Read Mike Fiorito’s review of it in What’s New today.) – mh clay
