Rather More
the mountain has movedone to three centimetres;the ice, rather more
Seventeen syllables on the day’s news. The monk counts on his fingers. The monkey checks.
the mountain has movedone to three centimetres;the ice, rather more
adequate for all,the day’s theme; the waiting listthree point four billion
eleven candlesthe ministries all phone inthe news is the cake
the largest everheld eleven works; now itshrinks with perspective.
post, twelve forty-five,for the khan, arrives at last:Rome sends a copy.
a town with no booksraised the man who escaped allbut the booksellers.
the best quarter yetfor the museum’s courses.next, a class in cuts.
five summers it docked,till someone measured the boat.the port was resized.
no consent on file,the priest goes into storageuntil he replies
never once on show,the iris drew six buyers,bought over the phone.
thirty months to buy,France could not, so the Dutch did.Now it wants more art.
miss the draft exam,lose the licence that drives youto the draft exam.
no date for the book,no budget for the authors.rules for the robot.
buried in the wood,new plastic gone in a year.the old kind, unmoved.
The rice price falls backbelow three thousand a bag.The crisis is cheap.
Comments close next year.One day in, the index gaveits feedback early.
Homes started this year:fewer than forty percent.December says most.
Too few would ride it,ten times the price of a tram.Plenty would discuss.
The river still flows,the ministry says, citinga gauge that says less.
Twenty-one caratsnow cost more than twenty-two.Less pure, more precious.
A jury agrees:the contract was broken, yes,here is two dollars.
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