Sunday with Dave: Discover

“Discover”

I, in wastelands,
a howling at urbane alarm,
the left undone
guts
a confidence to speak direct,
walk back,
frozen correlation whims,
the scuttled ice
surges
with no anchoring to edge,
preen city,
tack at gusts,
expiration calling cards
administers
population by mail,
discover lapse,
wander as if purpose,
the conversation
worlds
a propertied resentment.

© Dave Arenas 1/2/08
© Dave Arenas Short Stack Story Time 2015

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