soaked in the static chatter
you’re the ellipse
of your mother’s life.
segue from her mother
into you, mother
seems an endlessly repeating
field of vision.
snow on a television
what can you pull
from those drifts of emptiness
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4 comments
I like it!
This is wonderful. It’d be interesting to see what your surroundings were when the words came to mind.
on a patio where the conversation was loud…
I really like the poem mang.