Tuesday, June 22, 2021

13,663. SAINTS

SAINTS
I saw a picture, a photograph;
The life of the mind is intrepid.
But who wants to be depressed?
Charlotte Bronte? Thomas Hardy?
It makes me think of actual doors,
with knobs and hinges, maybe even
a sight-glass, like some used to
have. Nothing's official, no, but
nothing's degrading either. 

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