Aught, no. 5 (2001)

Larry Sawyer

For No One

this night       so innocent                                 even if you
hate my                                                                         poetry.
these are the times
                               the hours                                                    that twist along
your hips

my mirror

Poem

summer slinks from the
night so innocent small
things occur

nothing else

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