The forgetting of things past

I put on my best suit to go to the burial of an ordinary blue flower

we do not live in the light and come to forget everything

a coachman cannot know us where we were

Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Thursday 1 June 1665.

Dave Bonta

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