Showing posts with label nap poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label nap poem. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 13, 2016

Sylvia Hotel

Sylvia Hotel

The ivy clad hotel
reddens with the coming cold

There is nothing that will not be changed
once it is touched

Even architecture
Even a hotel crouching on the beach's long hem
as it collects itself from sand into neighborhood

Even by air
as it brings to us what has not happened yet


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