And if purple’s the new black as Vogue says(according to their latest ad-by-tweet,it s the seasons thing), perhaps erasure’sour poetry du jour.
On the train home, a Bluetooth in his ear, he listens to a lecture on fear and love, the four kinds, lower and higher.
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Hope springs eternal, especially for aspiring poets. They want their voices to be heard; they want to appear in print as well as to write their poems. One wonders: who will listen, who will read?
They are here, in the eaves, the clothesline pole,hayloft—everywhere she looks—and everywhereshe goes they are there before her, in town
