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Friday, 30 January 2015

Air by Don Bogen

Air as lost time
Voice of a cloud, of a ghost crowned with nimbus
Smack-thin, it lingers forty years
I thought it came from the jeweled world we’d seen
Everything stuffed, urgent, glittering alive
But it was just pleasure, blank and sure
Now what is there to sing
From speakers, the tune folds and fades in waves
Earphones drive it through your head

From: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/242812

Date: 2009

By: Don Bogen (19??- )