Forward Anywhere

     For years after the newspapers caught fire
     It was a dark kitchen.
     Yesterday's accident in Phoenix reminds me of Corky.
     The black and white cats are patroling my garden.
     I studied my email from October almost a decade ago,
     We are way up in the orange scaffolding, moving slowly

Written under the auspices of the Xerox PARC Artists in Residence Program
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