Series: Town among Yellow

In the evening / In the morning

“On all sides the silence is unharmed” 

To speak of chronology this way

The shape of winter is in the summer / How the chimney now leans

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The 10,000 year event / Was never meant for us / To endure

Finally, they pulled his mattress out into the living room

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Carrefour (Atlantic)

Lilacs emerge slowly with the precision that is their due.

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An orange line where his neck skin

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House incarnate / House in carnage ...

The windows of her house look outward...

A record of vacancy

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And these were the day’s aftertaste /  Some sheets and a bible left on the rooftop

Sky won't

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She is happy / Wind pulls the wires / Across the roof

“On the same ruinous path, down into the Void.”

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Is there a street without the language which spoke it?

The siding falls off one corroded nail at a time

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What had spoke

Hiding under the porch, watching the mailman come ...

It’s been determined to let you go.

He said they used to set a box on fire ...

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She holds your hand

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Tug apples off ...

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In the yard a crockpot of stew congeals / In the seat of the chair / Where he used to sit in the sun

Sometimes he’d get lost in the (living) room

How long has it been / Since you allowed yourself to just go / On and on?

Leaf through / The album of yellow days

They found a petrified cat in the transom window sill

Paw prints on the window where the cat ...

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That neverending day.

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Muttering to the window about sand before it was glass

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“The silence in the stone grows enormous” Georg Trakl