Poems on the topic: desk

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Looking for the Reader

My love sends instant messages while she works: “I hope the reader might surface from a sea of paper. I lost the cable too, but it has just emerged— along with a packet of tissues, a lip salve & a hair comb— from beneath an ancient layer on my desk.” Five minutes later: “No reader yet, but two keys, three xd memory cards,

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Ancient Artifact

Deaf Ears, Blind Eyes

just looking at your face three desks away i can tell you're different beautiful alive but that also means you stand out and i can't won't be noticed again so i ignore every glance and subtle touch and passed along note hoping you'll get the hint and stop hoping you won't

Carl Sandburg

Goldwing Moth

A GOLDWING moth is between the scissors and the ink bottle on the desk. Last night it flew hundreds of circles around a glass bulb and a flame wire. The wings are a soft gold; it is the gold of illuminated initials in manuscripts of the medieval monks.

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