Haibun on John Ashbery’s Haibun 4
as if the light through a Victorian picture window no not the light the light is the sun no not the sun that shows up at dawn the sun that whipped akimbo draws you in a spinning orrery of heated-to-shining brazen metal shall you ring the bell shall you ring the bell shall you ring the bell shall you knock shall you barge in arms raised shall you just stand shoulders slumped on the sidewalk silhouetted with a bit of reflected light
content with being something that isn’t the man in the moon
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Joshua St. Claire