Our building floats
the world is round edges are piles of darkness
we go below
fish drying
think birds on a wire
in another city see a room from the floor
how leaves turning up come in as we wait
Jennifer Burch and Kristin Capp: Poem and Picture
Our building floats
the world is round
edges are piles of darkness
we go below
fish
drying
think birds on a wire
in another city
see a room from the floor
how leaves turning up come in as we wait
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