Shaking out a blanket, the midsummer sun / rolls from our keeping | in the commune of signs, light bundled with shadows / the sun waits to / shine into someone else’s eyes

The elongated shadows of evening in midsummer stretch | into the commune of signs, and become | what is needed or what | is let fall away…

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from the series fleeting pixel (series of 1,000 poems, 2012–2016)

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