roy herndon smith And the helloes and goodbyes are never stilled. // They stay in the foreground … —John Ashbery the rain on my face spatters hellos and goodbyes into the background while, in the foreground the unseen sun casts crystal grey stillness between caresses of cool air on my wet cheeks, before the idea of continuity can take me away again the snatch of the song children are singing catches me up and we all fall down in the mud
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