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Recorded for Poem-a-Day, August 30, 2017.
About this Poem 

“This poem begins in the form of a walk and ends up somewhere else, in a weirder middle distance. It assembles a song from small acts of recognition, gathering a chorus. I wanted to play a landscape as if it were an eroding instrument rather than try to freeze one scene in time.”
—Eric Baus

Burning Zither

The street grew only strangers. All the faces we were wore slings. An ingrown arena peered out from our sigh. We spread ourselves out to feel the glass in a crowd. We prayed to a dog, then some flies. Our solo was a burning zither, not a kite.

Copyright © 2017 by Eric Baus. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on August 30, 2017, by the Academy of American Poets.

Copyright © 2017 by Eric Baus. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on August 30, 2017, by the Academy of American Poets.

Eric Baus

Eric Baus

Eric Baus is the author of The Tranquilized Tongue (City Lights, 2014). He teaches at Regis University and lives in Denver, Colorado.

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