Today's poem is by Terrence Chiusano
A Month of Sundays
To say yes is to be
pretty, sort of,
to somebody. That
somebody would
ask are you it?·
A view views an inter-
as if a kind of canal . . .then uses it to view some
sort of other view. A kindof barometer. Ridiculous,
maybe, but maybe true.·
Is any other, could it be, a book
tooa sort of ship as I felt I've been,in a slip, or sailing through a sea
of kelp? For the mast I makea novel, for the hatches and casks,
the rats and the spyglass (avast ye!),for the buckler and sash, an ear-
and-a-half; and in the order written.·
I've never beenonly to one
place, this one; that was yearsago. (I'm still there.) And in,
too (still), an insistence: to dama backyard stream, lose my way
in the middle of a city, lightmy way because the brightness
of the day gave me a bad map.
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