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Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Finger in the Pigment

by Steven Clifford

He points to a
streetlight mangled in the shore, remembering a memory
like turning over a
foreign coin. One end
“shiny”- the flip side “rusty”.  He recalls the pigment of that particular moon
improvisationally. The moon
looks like a white washcloth soaking in a watery sky.
But on a cloudy day, the moon is the moon

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