The fountain, a constant cycle of pouring and being poured, whispers secrets of antiquity. Shells gather echoes, but can it be trusted?
— "Eleanor Rigby's Philosophy on Water Features" (1964)Why do chapbook poets hide behind such embellishments? The mirror of oceans, tainted coffee cups, illuminated by irony itself.
An unexpected confession:"Mommy said seashells call from beyond," but we were merely distracted by technicolor pigeons.
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