Dusk

I make a crime of this sitting

Visiting the pieces that make of this moral

Its morale

A class A –putting a dent in its past-se

, Clearing house

Dusting of these old shoes – & what they are made for

Each of the steps felt

– & –

as i delt, my hands- to claim

These particles that made up so much of this, plain

In DUSK-footnotes remain

—Mitchell.Tie

Published by Alpha’s Poetry notes

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