Distrust

Into the drink— a swan places hope. I am afraid of the clock, after we go, counterfeiting our hands. I never blink.

Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Saturday 8 March 1661/62.

Dave Bonta

Learn by heart: tap a gap

a swan hope.

of the clock, we go,

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