A poem a day in April from Rutgers English PhD students and friends.

Friday, April 19, 2013

from Time Travel: 1922

The end of the week was all shot to pieces.

It ruffled the wintry harness
that was branching out
of your summer heart. It agitated
the dark oblong cave
between your head and your body.

Thus, it was a good afternoon
to walk about the green grave of knowledge,
to stretch around the sun
an inflection of imagined energy.

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