Poems by Richard Epstein. Not much commentary, only one picture (sorry, Alice), and little disruption: just a place to find poems by Richard Epstein
Tuesday, December 10, 2024
Graved For Me
Around the corner, where I cannot see, I see you waiting, haute couture in verse, Lines I cannot remember on your face, Deep, but not embellished, and a bright Hyperbole of allusion in your eyes. Around the corner. Where I cannot see.
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