here are 2 fone text collab poems with Wendy Shaffer
(while we begin #3)
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So It Goes
The fog moves soft on forgotten waters
no sun breaks on the stretched canvas of years
While shadows give birth in tidal pools,
the flickering guppy fins of new thought
From earth through bone and flesh to birth
– Steven B. Smith & Wendy Shaffer 10.8.2020
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Wotta daze today is, what a strange begone
No yawn, no scat, unlearned, begat
Eye of old, tongue of new, redo
She pauses at the top of the stair
Drumbeat in her chest
Caught between the up and forward
And the going back
Mother to no one
Swallowed by lack
So we do our done of start to finish
This Sisyphus of sum
Climbing day through night to numb
– Steven B. Smith & Wendy Shaffer 11.12.2020
