So don’t talk
-sand of hungry,
Don’t harvest never
-the less of
phrasing is a crowd.
Do you know things?
following Margo over to PoMoSco, day 26.
A column-inch poem culled from the book “I Say Sunrise,” by Talbot Mundy
(published 1949) – left column inch, page 118. I bought a bag of old books for a song at the library a couple months back, to use for erasures and found poems. My favorite thing about this one is its hand-written inscription:
“To Walt and Ruth and our magic universe. From Rosetta – 1949”