Travelers
the river goes through every prayer
we look for hills and find prodigious tales
worth going this journey to see or not see
like tombstones in the street and ash for lye
we go so far we become common talk
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Thursday 11 June 1668 (Pepys’ rough notes for an unfinished entry)
Dave Bonta
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