How to love Atlas
Light filters through the curtain
over Atlas’ shoulder; for now
he is implacable.
A garbage truck
that grates through Lygon Street.
A branch falls. Birds.
Beyond that, nothing.
How to love Atlas
Light filters through the curtain
over Atlas’ shoulder; for now
he is implacable.
A garbage truck
that grates through Lygon Street.
A branch falls. Birds.
Beyond that, nothing.
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