this morning I sharpened my pencil
in expectation of words
little boats came instead
while antelope gathered
upon a white hill
to stare
cave drawings
from I don’t know where
I would rather have had words
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this morning I sharpened my pencil
in expectation of words
little boats came instead
while antelope gathered
upon a white hill
to stare
cave drawings
from I don’t know where
I would rather have had words