Poem-a-Day

Poem-a-day

Assault

^—after^{Edna St. Vincent Millay}

I.
I forget there were good things, too—
Revere Beach and feeding seagulls soggy french fries,
watching them plunge into the sand, then emerge,
the red spot of their beaks mistaken for ketchup.

II.
Beauty intercepts the drive home. The sky
beckons with its clouds the shape of a ribcage
opening upward. Another is a honeycomb.
Imagine being brushed by the air enough times.
Imagine you’re unrecognizable.

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Diannely Antigua

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Title	Author	Date
Portrait in Nightshade and Delayed Translation	C. Dale Young	03/19/2019
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Variation on a Theme	W. S. Merwin	03/17/2019
Youth	Tom Sleigh	03/16/2019
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My Life in Brutalist Architecture #1	John Gallaher	03/14/2019
Will You?	Carrie Fountain	03/13/2019
Slip	Linda Gregerson	03/12/2019
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At the Grave of the Forgotten	Effie Waller Smith	03/10/2019

Title

Author

Date

Portrait in Nightshade and Delayed Translation

C. Dale Young

03/19/2019