For the past few years, I've celebrated National Poetry Month by posting a piece of poetry every day, during the month of April.
This year . . .
I forgot.
Dang.
So, here's one of my favorites, by one of my favorite poets.
Enjoy!
Field Guide by Tony Hoagland
Once, in the cool blue middle of a lake,
up to my neck in that most precious element of all,
I found a pale-gray, curled-upwards pigeon feather
floating on the tension of the water
at the very instant when a dragonfly,
like a blue-green iridescent bobby pin,
hovered over it, then lit, and rested.
That’s all.
I mention this in the same way
that I fold the corner of a page
in certain library books,
so that the next reader will know
where to look for the good parts.
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