No Longer Very Clear


(an Ashbery erasure poem)


      I no longer

                           remember


when we

                           walked in

sunlight


                 A daisy

                               a witness

keeps it

                 all

                               the same


  vast, antique

                               statues

                               like engines

  blue

           cold


           So I fantasize

                                    doing time


  the blue room

  the shape

                   of everyone


                   I should have

                   waited for.



from “Can You Hear, Bird”

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