Saturday, August 29, 2015


JONATHAN VOS POST
Metasonnet: "Day Mom Died"
.
It becomes a season:
Day Mom Died --
Night Dad Died --
a season of frozen sunlight
like Hiroshima Day
.
As surf rolls in
breakfast with Portuguese fishermen
asking: "Have you read
a good book lately?
Listened to beautiful music?"
.
Numbing myself with a calculator
at the funeral
the wake, flowers,
corpse, lobster rolls

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