Today's poem is by Blas Falconer
Event
As a crowd gathered, I saw
the field was fertilenot the coat
I left on a traintwenty-one years ago
but the samecolor. It got cold
fast, dark, and everyonebecame a silhouette
of the onehe or she had been
minutes before. We sator stood among
the trees to listen.Each glass in our hands held
a little light.The water trembled
I could seethat muchlike the first
swell of panic, whenyou can't tell where
it's coming from.
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