Anonymity Poem by Darlan M Cunha

No sonnet in sight, no minor aberrations
than anomalies and anamorphoses in bulk, in retail
and wholesale, nothing mixes with what's in these drawers,
because this sea is not for fish, hear the moment,
the crossroads, hear the frog's wishes and the propaganda,
the mimesis of the animal among the foliage, the city swallowed
for the rush, the mouth of the subway full of ants and bees,
good and bad debtors, and no romance in sight.

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