A poem a day in April from Rutgers English PhD students and friends.
Friday, April 15, 2011
Where children festoon,
we see bare and clean
(Though we are children too -
stooped, perhaps, but gregarious
But mostly we see cleanly,
and that is our stinging, bitter vision.
Salt eyes, lemon sight.
April 15, 2011 at 4:27 PM
I love the word 'festoon.' you get a 'fest' AND and 'oo'!
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