Thursday, May 19, 2022

Jay Hopler

 









Paradise

There is a black fly drowning in that glass of beer.
There is a black fly drowning in that glass of beer.

How can no one notice it,
That black fly?

Black as a zero is useless.
Black as grammar school.

The man with the beer is a fisherman,
Small and gigantic

In his white rubber boots.
How sick we are, the three of us,

Of Paradise.

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