Tuesday, January 21, 2014

SUSPENSION

But how?
ought we 
proceed

to breathless-
ly behold—

the lovely look 
of any little
thing that arrests us—when, for instance 

that impossibly 
clean—and comely smoke 

of purest cold—
tinged so 
beguilingly reddish- 

gold by the gaudy 
and 
charmingly soulless 

morning sun 
that wreathes around 

such pretty lines
of glinting 
idle expressway cars—

is the very same stuff 
that's making
our breathing 

more than 
a little 
interestingly hard?

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