Things I Don't Notice

I don't notice how Dean Amy's glasses
coruscate with Princetonian sagacity.
I don't notice how well Jennifer's hands
play the maracas and the tambourine.
I don't notice how Christie's birkenstocks
contain the Gospels, the Law, and the Prophets.
I don't notice how a glass of cold water
after four cups of coffee
is October after the parch and scorch of summer.





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Written on 2022-06-21 at 07:05

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Wystan Auden & His Bastard Child
by Uncle Meridian