Oct 20, 2018
Every Day Is The Same But Different
Every Day Is The Same But Different
It is not under the hands of the clock nor in the sky of my daughter’s eyes it was not in the taste of that prickly pear we found in that shimmering desert
not in the electricity thrumming in James Brown’s feet sizzling on the stage not ten yards from us or in the heron, regal and watching me studiously on the canal bank each morning
it is not in shuddering heartbreak nor in the folds of his old…
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