Today's poem is by Carl Phillips
Pulling the Arrow Out
Mumbling something about how
transcedence, in particular,
at first takes flight, they all three
looked elsewhere, pretty much
in unison, as if to my face
a brightness not easily
withstood, or as if into whatever's
the distance between luck
when it turns merely, and
luck falling clean away . . . I've swum
that field: courtesy,
intimacywhat's left
not to know? One cloud must
pass eventually, from beneath the other.
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from Iron Horse Literary Review
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