Tag: NickGardner
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Sonnet LII
An Eye for Trouble The day begins with empty hoots from trains that pass invisible before the light trailing cars, cut-up stanzas of rhythmic, secret verse trafficked across state lines: arcane, scarcely-literate. This knowledge spreads like awe across a young boy’s face, finding right where he wants to be: buried in that bright graffiti swirl…
Nick Rees Gardner 