Sunday, January 6, 2013

Gist of Substance

The newspaper vending machine has a T.V. set inside
showing static
undulates into formless shapes.
I can almost make out
the gist, the substance through the filmy
fleeting glimpses of order,
like a trail of ants leaving the hill, scavenging
understanding from desiccated husks of bark.

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