Flat / Air
SKY BLUE
black & white
over yonder
Step Aside
drifting (blue) edges
“That the poem will not abandon you is the one score that counts. Today’s Bishop Sheen platitude.” DUNCAN MCNAUGHTON. Bolinas, California: Somewhere in Bulgaria: Santa Cruz: Later that same day: San Francisco: “Hope Springs Infernal” was how Philip Whalen said it. I wasn’t sure if you knew that. Light / radiance / air―it’s all right there. Hanging by a thread.
[ in the shape of HASH FOR BREAKFAST by Ted Berrigan ]
