calls to witness
or that which
is only a declaration
of the limited
and the countable.
And the sun some tourist
wades out each morning
for a few moments
and to forget and drown.
And then later the moon
Browse below for poems about good-byes and farewells.
|2015||When we are on the right track we are rewarded with joy||Brian Teare|
|2015||Poem to Play||Hannah Brooks-Motl|
|2015||Another Poem||Geoffrey G. O'Brien|
|2015||The Tradition||Jericho Brown|
|2015||Stammering translated sonnet in which the poet sends the rains of Havana to her love in New York||Suzanne Gardinier|
|2015||Touching the Floor||Max Ritvo|
|2015||The Children||TJ Jarrett|
|2015||from “Flying Point”||DJ Dolack|