For Carolyn

For Carolyn

     I like your use of space too

I concuss   squirrels with my

     Poems:   Time ago a family

     Of five   might feed on boiled

Rendering:   Tree cracks might

Be a model   for your lines:

Said nothing   to you of poetry

Because I'd   not read your

Lines before   I met you.

As your poem   says, I do not

Wish to speak   to your machine,

It reminds me   that my phone

Torments me   daily: I mistake it

For news: That   it is we crave:

     Our world is   ending.

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