Tag: Culture

Spaceship Shops

This town is not mine. Its sidewalks— as grey as they Have ever been. The evaporating rain—still the same. But when I walk the streets I peer into shops As if they are spaceships Newly landed—and I fear Walking into one of them Will…

One, One Thousand. Two, One Thousand.

Even among those who do not possess rhythm The counting of seconds is a meter All count, with near precision.   It is felt in how the world Bats the sun round the sky, and Back round again…. An inevitable rhythm…. Placed within parenthesis……

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