Prospector

Dave BontaContemplative

I find cries where they were words: in a lung. I give the remains to a book, work all night.

Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Thursday 27 February 1661/62.

Dave Bonta

Learn by heart: tap a gap

where they were :

I give the to a book,

Keep going on the web or in the app.