The floating world
We sat with our hats and our paying hips, our glad work that will please poor seamen, glad we sat in bed in strange weather—all this winter, dust and flies and rose- bushes full of leaves.
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Monday 21 January 1660/61.
Dave Bonta
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