Saturday, December 15, 2012

mdcclxxxviii

     In heaven,

     where repetition’s
     not boring—
               —Rae Armantrout


“Am I valid?” Larry wonders
deliberately.  The sun refuses
to set, to go down on the desert.
The time zones, I guess, Larry


guesses.  “I’d mow the lawn
but for the thunderstorm.”  I
think this two days later.  “But
for the all-day thunderstorm.”