Nothing Happened
when I looked at the sunrise I only felt yellow inside
He took photographs of dawn.
I only take pictures of fog.
What were you think-
Ing, no pictures
Or
//
When the day began yellow
Flowers & the petals
Dropped. What
Were you
Think-
//
& the petals dropped op-
En. What were you
Thinking, no pic-
Tures, or
No
//
Yellow flowers. Photographs
Of dawn & the fog.
No pictures or
Nobody
Look-
//
When the day began yellow
We did not take pictures.
Nobody was looking
At us, dropping
Op-
//
We stood on the hill silently.
No pictures. The sun
Rose & it ended.
That was
All.
//
You were not thinking.
You were not think-
Ing. You were
Not think-
Ing.
//
Nothing Happened. I stood
On the hill silent & alone.
Nobody looking.
It ended op-
Ening.
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