Parading

Down Sally Cow Lane and Elsewhere

Your closed eyes my extinction.

on the windowsill, riffled by wind . . . —Li-Young Lee
Now I’ve forgotten my
Now I’ve forgotten my
idea. The book
idea. The book
on the windowsill, riffled by wind . . . —Li-Young Lee
on the windowsill, riffled by wind . . .
—Li-Young Lee

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