Today's poem is by Zach Savich
Scrap Gold
Then all was vineyard, all was grape
Kept a bone in the oven so the heat learned savor
The implosions have been slow and restful ever sinceClothesline is a sentence
Or snowbankWe spoke, as birds unsettled in the trees outside
We spoke, much as birds that unsettle
Yet do not lift, yet seem to move the treesThey built the cathedral with a battered door
Canoe forever on a car
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Copyright © 2016 Zach Savich All rights reserved
from Poetry Northwest
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission
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