If you’re interested, plastic shelves still hold the secrets. You still can search through metal buildings while sipping cappuccinos from Styrofoam cups, wearing the latest fashions sewn by revolutionary debutants. The ancient is not required, not something retro even. It is not found in stuff, as it is. It is the chiming of momentary stillness, a layer of dust rest upon the fresh and ruined, and its secrets are still intact. For the record, most of most everything is fleeting nonsense, though it is beautiful nonsense.
Andrew Venegas
San Jose
SJSU
poetry
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