Poets.org e-mails me a Poem-a-Day. You should register because you never know what you'll get. I thought today's poem, which follows here, was pretty spectacular. Such a simple notion twisted upon itself... Sawdust by Sharon Bryan Why not lindendust, hackberry, hemlock, live oak, maple, why name the remains after the blade, not what it cut— only now do I see that the air is full of small sharp stars pinwheeling through every living thing that gets in their way. Here's a link to Poets.org |
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