Joseph Ceravolo, "Perpetual Life"

 

PERPETUAL LIFE

The sun disappears behind hills,
a white light still remains.
No pink or red or orange
with tight purple streaks, 

through a white cloud.

I suddenly feel
we can never be destroyed,
but I know otherwise.
        It's only a daydream
        an overwhelming breeze
a constriction that I can't see
opening up in the heart
on a warm evening.

Dana Gioia, "Entrance"

At the great site Poetry 180.

William Stafford, "Love in the Country"

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Jim Harrison, "The Quarter"

At The Writer's Almanac.

Charles Bukowski, "Startled into Life Like Fire"

At The Writer's Almanac. It's about cats.

For tomorrow's peer review, please bring printed drafts with your alias in the header.  If you have two drafts, please staple them together.

Charles Bukowski, "Fingernails;Nostrils; Shoelaces"

At TPH.

Robert Creeley, "One Day"

Hadley Ann Hill, (b. 5.3.12)

One Day

One day after another—

Perfect.

They all fit.

 

  -- Robert Creeley