Hi
Evelyn Hampton
I can see the age of my face today. It isn’t rain
though uses rain’s grays. It pushes, too—
pushes two eyes into the room.
They look at me and what do they see?
I want to go to the ocean with you.
EVELYN HAMPTON lives in a neighborhood of Providence. Her website is Lisp Service.
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