Premonitory
Things against my going: the rain, a great deal of paper, the wind in the marsh. Oy. I chose the saddest color for a melancholy mother and had a fear I should see my house full of swords.
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Tuesday 20 March 1659/60.
Dave Bonta
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