At a loss

to whom might it call her hair of red silk

no Christ is ever as light as a private joy

that comes to be more than pleasure

the country where now is

not staying there but breaking up

we put on other clothes full of morning

who would not who could not take that loss

Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Wednesday 22 July 1663.

Dave Bonta

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