GLINT

by Robin Boothroyd

If it weren’t for today, yesterday would have been The Hottest Day of the Year™. Here’s a poem I scribbled in the park.

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all day
up there
in the blue
the glint
of a fuselage
under
the smudge
of clouds

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The spare form is inspired by William Carlos Williams’. Read a WCW poem here.

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