the leverage of everything and nothing by Ian Ernzer
it goes on and on and
its leverage—lifting and
unwinding and
showing us there and
there was the boat house:
just a surface reflection
on a lake at night
and this, is just a section
of your life—
reaffirmed
by your suspicions
it was too bad
we tried to listen
but couldn't hear what was there
we couldn't see what wasn't there
the sun sat on the other side of us
somewhere
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Ian, this is a really good poem. It feels like the most complete one you've posted. you've done an excellent job with the spacing and rhythm and the way the images flow into one another. It's beautiful well done-ry
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