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and to think i saw it on floyd terrace

Tim Martin's Sonnet Project

Thursday, September 11, 2008


for Christopher

my correspondence is behind
a kettle that will be undelivered
adding satisfied but unfinished
rooms or really just the one
that holds the house at bay
hours there, ours wherever
that click for another wintertime
pictures are better than trust
your brothers count as armies
in the days that we made camp
so fire follows us to safehouses
hidden in the smoke and dew
damn, happy occasions keep us
gathering this mouth precious litany


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