Yes
by Joseph Robertson on Sep.17, 2009,
under English, Nesting : expansions . . ., Notebook / Cuaderno, Poetry
Is there something more
than what you said
or what you gave
something more than
everything that passed between us?
Is there something more
than swift angles of birdsong
at lunchtime fading
or the pillowy music
of too long an autumn?
Is there something that means
yes when really it is made
of brick and steel
and time unwinding itself
into armor and clashing?
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