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
at times.)

But mostly we see cleanly,
and that is our stinging, bitter vision.
Salt eyes, lemon sight.

1 comment:

  1. I love the word 'festoon.' you get a 'fest' AND and 'oo'!