The World of B.Z. Niditch
Monday, March 9, 2015
PROOFS
Proofs are tender
shifted to a stiff pen
dripped ink dreams
of a credulous line
about a viability
in your proverbial hands
a visage to flower
from a quivering loss
implanted in a sentence
which wakes to survive.
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