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

Tuesday, April 5, 2016

v. Substance

Beginning first with the wild wind and cat-
tails, the felled forest line, sawdust, and heat,
My step-father’s same faded jeans, and hat—
something else, I'm not sure what, something… Sweet?

Memories, like atmosphere, fade away.
Contingent and unassimilable.
Sweetness rescues me from the real, the weight
Of the sun on the horizon’s table.

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