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"The title is from a line in a Joe Ceravolo poem. I like muffins and I like sunsets, so it seemed a good idea to combine the two. Lucky for me, since I live in New York, I'm especially fond of the city sunset—the kind whose beauty stops you when you're running someplace else and there are often a lot of others around jockeying for a piece of the view."
—Elaine Equi

Muffin of Sunsets

Elaine Equi

The sky is melting. Me too.
Who hasn’t seen it this way?

Pink between the castlework
of buildings.

Pensive syrup
drizzled over clouds.

It is almost catastrophic how heavenly.

A million poets, at least,
have stood in this very spot,
groceries in hand, wondering:

"Can I witness the Rapture
and still make it home in time for dinner?"

Copyright © 2013 by Elaine Equi. Used with permission of the author. This poem appeared in Poem-A-Day on May 24, 2013. Browse the Poem-A-Day archive.

Elaine Equi

Elaine Equi

Elaine Equi is the author of numerous poetry books including, Click and Clone (Coffee House Press, 2011).

by this poet

poem
despite books kindled in electronic flames.

The locket of bookish love
still opens and shuts.

But its words have migrated
to a luminous elsewhere.

Neither completely oral nor written —
a somewhere in between.

Then will oak, willow,
birch, and olive poets return
to their digital tribes —

trees wander back to
poem
I wind my way across a black donut hole
and space that clunks.
Once I saw on a stage,
as if at the bottom of a mineshaft,
the precise footwork
of some mechanical ballet.
It was like looking into the brain
of a cuckoo clock and it carried
some part of me away forever.
No one knows when they first see a thing,
how
poem
When a poem
speaks by itself,
it has a spark

and can be considered
part of a divine
conversation.

Sometimes the poem weaves
like a basket around
two loaves of yellow bread.

"Break off a piece
of this April with its
raisin nipples," it says. 

"And chew them slowly
under your pillow.
You belong in bed with me