Friday, June 12, 2020

Deterioration Station

I feel like I've lost something. 
Words were the brush with which I filled the canvas 
that spools out behind me with the passing of time. 
I carefully chose the adjectives, the adverbs, 
and the stacks of prepositional phrases 
strung together with conjunctions 
weaving between commas 
and jumping over dashes.

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