Saturday, February 27, 2021

365 2/27

 


I listen to money singing.  It's like looking down
From a long french window at a provincial town,
The slums, the canal, the churches ornate and mad 
In the evening sun.  It is intensely sad.

Thursday, February 25, 2021

Saturday, February 20, 2021

Thursday, February 18, 2021

365 2/18

 


Walking a road other men have gone down
I'm seeing your world of people and things
Your paupers and peasants and princes and kings