First Morning

Any given space tightens over time,
teeming through folds of morning clarity
& slated red light, bearing no resemblance
to straight lines & stepping forward:
causality of purpose no longer with means

One response to “First Morning”

  1. Jackie,

    Saw you read splendidly at 440. We want yr poems but can’t find an e-mail address.

    Can you drop me a line at alex dot carnevale at gmail com.


    Alex Carnevale

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