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Last Words No. 14 (Panicale)

Village girls, some heather, hazel trees,
afternoon vapor.
Young Oise…
Overcast sky, the colocase, you sweaty.
A hotel until sundown.
Lakes, poles, railway stations,
virgin sands, the ponds,
or gold my mind.

Erasure of “Larme” by Arthur Rimbaud using the last two words of each line.

Poem by Lucien Levant

Image by Adam Strong

Lucien Levant is a Southern California-based businessman currently pursuing an MBA at Pepperdine University. His influences include other professionals-turned-writers such as ETA Hoffmann, Wallace Stevens, and Dana Gioia. His poems have been published, or are forthcoming, in Calla Press Journal, CANA Journal, and dadakuku.  

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