Five untitled poems by Simon Perchik
They have no second thoughts / and still your footprints / inch by inch, gradually / made whole the way this shovel / lost its taste for dirt / carries in only snowfall…
They have no second thoughts / and still your footprints / inch by inch, gradually / made whole the way this shovel / lost its taste for dirt / carries in only snowfall…
Five poems by Simon Perchik * A click and its likeness can't change, curled the way rain yellows...
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