Thursday, January 27, 2011

Looking out on Playa Punta Negra

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

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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