poem (ghosts and empires)
poem (ghosts and empires) Ghosts and empires, The olive trees assimilate characteristics of willows in a case of despair. Someone is hoping, playing football. Who is American and who not? Who expects? Out after dark, then left out in the rain. Skin up close is landscape. Of the lunar carbon tested armed forces, entering Ephesus, as if the capital flourished less than expected, out of place focused sleep can't ever get near the lack. Isn't a curtain, not one has fallen. and the little dog. the little dog is playing pretending we in Connecticut Picturesque views, disembodied art go around undescribed. The big dog is never