Parading

Down Sally Cow Lane and Elsewhere

I see the yellow maculations spread

across bleak hills of what I said
across bleak hills of what I said
across bleak hills of what I said
I’d always think; a stippling of white
I’d always think; a stippling of white
upon the grey; a pink the shade
upon the grey; a pink the shade
of what I said I’d never say. —Kay Ryan
of what I said I’d never say.
—Kay Ryan

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