11.11.2012

Book

Impossible to
read, the glare
at once bright and faint.

Haze incandescent,
compressed by
heat colliding with

the marine layer.
July has
no memory. No-

thing’s retained, the land-
scape shape-shifts
continually

and there is no ground
for the mind
to stand on, to sense

itself here. This un-
remittent
elsewhere, at once too

bright, too faint to read.

Joseph Massey (© 2012)