The Ossified Man Has Breakfast
Each day, I watch the sun from my living room.
Light accumulates on Venetian blinds.
It’s easy to list what you cannot have:
a view of sky, a ceramic bowl, a something.
Summer is never cold enough. A/C on.
On the table, ice doesn’t melt in my glass.
It’s interesting to think about
When you say magnolia, I think desert.
When you say desert, I think water.
Uncanny, want. Absence may make the heart
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So tight and evocative. The sentence “Uncanny, want” speaks volumes in itself.
“It can also make the heart
forget.”–Sigh!
Thanks so much!