Dailies 3/25/17: perennials, an oil spill, going back & an effort to prolong the inevitable



Rebecca Dunham – Black Horizon

Grand Isle, Louisiana, 2010
Post-Deepwater Horizon oil spill

Like ribbons of kelp, they wash up
bark-black and stretching
far as the eye can see—boys
sway in the waves, skin sheened
in oil as they toss the tar balls.

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Kendra Tanacea – Perennial

The rhododendron in Monroe
—-from the picture window of my childhood home,

that gave us, every year, its first bloom on the fourth
—-of June. Lilacs every April,

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Brandon Rushton – Calisthenics

All things are an effort to prolong the inevitable.
For example, my deep concern when the kids call
top bunk it means they’ve acquired innuendo.
They’ll get there, if they haven’t already
and already it is hard for me to accept that.

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D. H. Lawrence – Going Back

The night turns slowly round,
Swift trains go by in a rush of light;
Slow trains steal past.
This train beats anxiously, outward bound.

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