A lovely poem from today's poem of the day. It really resonates with where I am sitting right now:
The Process
by Joseph Massey
Cross-stitched
outside sounds
double the day's
indoor confusion.
How to untwine
noise, to see.
There's the bay,
highway slashed
beneath; water
a weaker shade
of gray than this
momentary sky's
widening bruise.
The page turns
on the table, bare
despite all
I thought was
written there.
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