Kenneth Pobo
Photo: j-pocztarski
In 745 Li Po
peppers a poem
about loneliness
with a mountain
and, inevitably,
a moon. Today
in Middletown,
I’m lonely. A mall
a half mile away,
that’s a mountain too.
Some regrets are
mountains. Some
can never be climbed.
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