Showing posts with label The Doldrums. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Doldrums. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

The Doldrums

The Doldrums

Today the bus stop came apart around me
and was hauled away

as unceremoniously as a jacket
removed in the heat

This is no longer a place even though you
are standing in it

Someone will tell you this and they are
clearly and adorably wrong

A kite is not only a kite where there is wind
A kite can exist in the doldrums
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