a forest of people
square by square,
standing,
facing forward.
willows—
crowded together in four by four.
sleeping,
sitting,
this multitude in grid
spans to the edge of the disc
and the depth of the horizon.
they placidly smile.
a few make offers.
But there is nowhere to go
when your square is sold.
they placidly smile.
a few make offers.
But there is nowhere to go
when your square is sold.
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Comments: 12
Great David, as always!