Go to one of your recent poems. Extract the nouns and use as many of them as possible in a new poem, about a different subject.



13 Thoughts

  1. June 13, 2020

    Traffic streams through the shadow
    of your roof. Another day to fold
    and pack into the cedar chest.
    Heat stored in the pavement returns
    to the heavy air. Not one dream
    strains at the end of its chain.

    From below your balcony, a female
    voice stirs. “Rock of Ages, cleft
    for me. Let me hide.” And no more.
    Order. It leaves room for death,
    women’s woes, winding clocks. Later
    –late–fog will recall her inflections.

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