Seaside holiday

the office is a prison we promise to go to

but I do not know where I am with the sea

I walk the street to show myself among neighbors

discourse of something that may bring a little money

touch nothing but stuff of our own manufacture

like writing in a journal with no self

Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Saturday 21 February 1662/63.

Dave Bonta

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