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

Tuesday, April 28, 2015

young and reckless

I promised myself
I'd get to say all the things I wanted said,
that appears an audience as soon as Ready is the word

only then to find 
that it was the Conversation we all sought,
the validation, reconciliation, the every evil shunned:

the Names go bad
like neglected fruit once picked fresh

but the seed remains—possibility—awaiting it's day

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