Doug Bolling: Measurings

Winter has its depths, its benthic cold — or what we imagine to be cold after the manner of the unlit deep, which is really quite steady temperature-wise. What’s cold is the wind coming over the mountain. You’ve been there. Here’s Doug Bolling’s lonsdalite poem “Measurings“:

Doug Bolling - Measurings[sample]

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