[And though you dread the mail], Simon Perchik

Mark Terry, “First Look,” n/a, Noble Hill Anagama

 

 

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And though you dread the mail
this note is used to her arms
folding over your eyes

brushing aside the dust
that’s unimportant now
–you can’t make out the name

floating up as salt, empty
with some small sea beginning
clings the way every envelope

is carried along, half evenings
half sinking back into darkness
and word after word while they last.

__________________
Simon Perchik

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