There are days when the sun is a great gash Nights, the moon smokes hashish and falls asleep on your lap Sorry, but your morphing was not satisfactory Shapeshifter, you choked on your magic scarf
from the book Rhapsody in Plain Yellow: Poems / W. W. Norton & Company
Seamus Heaney
And some time make the time to drive out west Into County Clare, along the Flaggy Shore, In September or October, when the wind And the light are working off each other
Julia Guez
In this weather: all the leafless ampersands line the boardwalk beneath a pewter sky.
Kathryn Merwin
A toothless moon on 43rd Street— somebody is crying, sirens in the city. I saw the color of your eyes. I saw you...
Huang Fan (translated from the Chinese by Margaret Ross & Huang Fan)
I’ve never seen pigeons argue I only see them soar I don’t know if a pigeon is naïve or worldly I just know it has no past to make it toil through life

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