Objective correlatives
a window new-painted do not open
private garden rose the language in a laugh
endless music beating a dog to death
field full of haze something broke us bad
dark door he could not find his whip
our old candle a way almost to be
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Monday 18 May 1668
Dave Bonta
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