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

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

the universes of languages
and their systemic permutations,
like around a sun—growing roots!
every derived word like a moon;
circles the wayside of its celestial destiny 
in phases. through and through

while I am here, on my own two feet,
weaving through sidewalks and asphalt,
ready to sing my own golden hue,
hurrying the cherry blossoms: bloom,
undulate in the passing breeze,
and color my sights your surest pink. 

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