Sunday, August 14, 2011

e-inking






electrostatic grains of black-
stained globules rising in the creme

more intimately dance for me
than all the printed words I've seen

no garish backlight strains the eye —
you liven pages in the bright —
and lightly you are held by me
with all the books that I have liked




placed in Poets United Poetry Pantry #62