READING AUDEN
Machines fail
kingdoms fall, feathers fluttering
among Mediterranean waves
ships fleeing
versification of legends
Mr. Wystan where are you going?
obscurity was your gift by dim lit rooms
shredded bar stools in New York, looking for lines
in gutters, in smoke filled apartments, shuttered from breath.
I close your collection, walk out to a sunny breezy afternoon…
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