Parading

And what was never there

as if I’ve come upon
to remember, I remember
to remember, I remember
as if I’ve come upon
as if I’ve come upon
a whole room full of clay books
a whole room full of clay books
that I can read with my fingers —Jean Valentine
that I can read with my fingers
—Jean Valentine

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One response to “And what was never there”

  1. oh man….I saw the thin orange glow, but didn’t think to look up to see the sliver of a moon. So glad you got it! And Jean VALENTINE! Hee-hee!! Perfect!

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