Friday, March 10, 2017

Lethargic Pococurantism

Sitting in class.
Starring at a window.
Outside is a brown tree in a closed yard.
The sun hits it from its tilted angle high above.
On one side stands a bench. 
There are walls on both.
It's noon.
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  1. BentMarch 11, 2017 at 3:27 PM

    Interesting how this poem prefigures the Reed poem for the coming week...

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