Monday, June 13, 2016


The new font on the computer
Lacks serifs; despises poetry
Wants above all to be clear.

That tree outside is moving
To a breeze only it feels.
The crows, disgusted,
Move to the telephone poles.

The baby knows the reason for books
Is to be pulled off shelves.
The reason for me
Is to put them back again.

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