#will burns

There  is no weather yet To  define the day in those terms No brightness, or structural shadow Has revealed the line or flesh of anything The wood, the river, the guesthouse You  could be dreaming of the curtain and the breeze across your back Of  the outdoors, the heat Or the birdsong that appears to be everywhere Reports  upon a sense of the unfamiliar that this hour alone is burdened with That spreads like leakage That becomes a drone

Will Burns, “Reverberation”

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Will Burns