Poetry to me is sanding surfaces to come upon the accidents of mind

+ Poetry to me is sanding surfaces to come upon the accidents of mind that so surprise the author that upon the page they open other eyes I have in mind a palimpsest that hunchbacked makes his way to a donut shop where windblown wrappers swirl around his threadbare ankles and then come to rest as a distant harmonica plays Bach and Mozart

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