Lark of my house,
keep laughing.
-Miguel Hernández
this little lark says hi
to the rain-she calls
river as she slaps
the air with both wings-
she doesn’t know pine
from ash or cedar
from linden-she greets
drizzle & downpour
alike-she doesn’t
know iceberg from melt-
can’t say sea level
rise-glacial retreat-
doesn’t know wildfire-
greenhouse gas-carbon
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After Hanif Abdurraqib & Frank O’Hara
It is the last class of the day & I am teaching a classroom of sixth graders about poetry & across town a man has walked into a Starbucks & blown himself up while some other men throw grenades in the street & shoot into the crowd of civilians & I am 27 years old which means I am the only person in this room who ( Read more... )

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(at St. Mary’s)

may the tide
that is entering even now
the lip of our understanding
carry you out
beyond the face of fear
may you kiss
the wind then turn from it
certain that it will
love your back     may you
open your eyes to water
water waving forever
and may you in your innocence
sail through this to that

By Lucille Clifton

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