Lately, I find myself thinking in poetry. Or rather, the things I want to say are in poems I’ve read. Yes, I want them to speak for me.
Y Después, A Cento
on the runway. The world
you were given one too many, one
too few. What almost happens, doesn’t.
the constellations to see the stars.
worth shopping in for anything
as long as a life. If the moon
smiled, she would resemble you.
I do is stitched with its color.
back. Not the power of having a wish
granted, but the power to look at my wish
and see behind it.
“April Snow” by Matthew Zapruder
“Y Después” (And Then) by Federico García Lorca translated by Ralph Angel
“Three-Legged Blues” by Jane Hirshfield
“Tear it Down” by Jack Myers
“Rebellion against the North Side” by Naomi Shihab Nye
“The Rival” by Sylvia Plath
“Separation” by W.S. Merwin
“One Last Wish” by Jack Myers