Today's poem is by Michael Robins
Like an Arrow that Feels
Candor shoots a wink, heart & pang
when hapless geese shiver through
the turbine & blades. Didn't know
speech was a gander flunked to hell.
We bade swelling in our chair, eyes
blotto, duplicate Tuesday afternoons
woozy & waged toward zero o'clock.
Our mouths wore an array of croon.
Spring swung like an April in waves
foreseeable, feathered, shoring blue.
We'd forgotten our tools for a party
counting highballs, ice, crooked time
hanging on its skinny nail. Honestly,
we hadn't reckoned planting a war.
Many said I love you, many said too
I'll call you when we land. We were
together omens slipped from a note.
We wish we'd made these stories up.
Copyright © 2016 Michael Robins All rights reserved
from In Memory of Brilliance and Value
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission
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