Poem-a-Day

Poem-a-day

Late Bird

Count me among the noon risers who stumble,
dazed and bad-haired, from the nest midday,
pecking the crazed dirt for half-torn moth,
pear’s white core, severed worm. I’ve never
been one to trill at chink of dawn, to hop,
skip, chirrup before full sun. I’m better
at picking over crumbs, stitching a quilt
from what’s left, remaindered, given up
for gone. Better at betting the careless
will miss the best. Count me among
the nightbirds who sip starlight, a guitar’s
fading strains. Find me where moondust
swirls in streetlamp glow and stray dogs sleep.
What clings to the bone is most sweet.

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Previous Poems

Title	Author	Date
Phlebotomy, as Told by the Blood	torrin a. greathouse	05/06/2019
Prompts (for High School Teachers Who Write Poetry)	Dante Di Stefano	05/04/2019
Magpies Recognize Themselves in the Mirror	Kelli Russell Agodon	05/03/2019
Ultrasound	Kaveh Akbar	05/02/2019
A Skull	Dana Levin	05/01/2019
Miscegenation	Nick Laird	04/30/2019
in lieu of a poem, i’d like to say	Danez Smith	04/29/2019
An Adieu	Florence Earle Coates	04/28/2019
Fides, Spes	Willa Cather	04/27/2019
American Sonnet for My Past and Future Assassin [When James Baldwin & Audre Lorde each lend]	Terrance Hayes	04/26/2019

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Author

Date

Phlebotomy, as Told by the Blood

torrin a. greathouse

05/06/2019