"A Long Branch Song" by Robert Pinsky
Some days in May, little stars
Winked all over the ocean. The blue
Barely changed all morning and afternoon:
The chimes of the bank's bronze clock;
The hoarse voice of Cookie, hawking
The Daily Record for thirty-five years.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Jerusalem Riff--Sheri Allen's Modeled Poem
No bombs that day, yellow stones
Dozed above sunlit hands. Prayer
Softly milled in all directions--theirs and ours.
A note in The Wall's dark crack,
shorthand for murmuring ifs,
passed panning clicks like a brief salute.
Dozed above sunlit hands. Prayer
Softly milled in all directions--theirs and ours.
A note in The Wall's dark crack,
shorthand for murmuring ifs,
passed panning clicks like a brief salute.
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