Old Harry
Red herrings to breakfast: boot-heel hole as big as a horse through the forest, one path as if through a red regiment. Old Harry went out to buy a hat and met the Greyhound, where I found him vexed about breaking the Lord’s lock.
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Tuesday 28 February 1659/60.
Dave Bonta
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