The 2River View | 28.2 (Winter 2024) |
Gary McDowell post COVID booster What of prayer? Swallow, watch eyes for? These hands? Snow the leaf already fallen. Already fallen. To rest, to reconvene. Health will now that has changed: the persimmon tree, spread thick across the lawn. But even Only at dusk. Only in cold of the world. at all we sleep. Fifty miles force and more swirl, pigmented like an eye--soon if not this body murky, chase this shadow, this upstairs we see. There is no parade, this whip and fill and unstitched whistle, for years in the dark, for me this wind-gusted light, this us in the shallows, in the shallows | ||
Gary McDowell is the author of eight books, including Aflame, winner of the 2019 White Pine Press Poetry Prize. His work has appeared in The American Poetry Review, The Nation, Ploughshares, and others. He directs the MFA program at Belmont University. (website) | ||
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