λ.

shadow of this red rock

‘Bodies in Space’, sculpture by Antony Gormley. ArtPeople Gallery

River beds only
sprout blots of memories.
The ice cream-cones gaping at hearts,
and barbecue smoke
out of the chimney sweepers’ nostrils.
Vermilion 
slime left behind the vermin;
prostrate, lie naked,
before some unpainted pebbles,
and weep bee wax 
by the shore of the river Ganges.

κ. no mirror. no ugly faces.

μ. By the time you read it, I’ll be far away.

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