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

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

from Time Travel: 1922

Morning appeared with a startled ferocity
and curved like an illustrious suspension
above the bruised and frost-bitten columns
of the shade-trees.
                               The words overhead,
charged and compacted, were flinging out
thousands of particles of their own absence.
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