Thanksgiving, dark of the moon. Nothing down here in the underworld but vague shapes and black holes, Heaven resplendent but virtual Above me, trees stripped and triple-wired like Irish harps. Lights on Pantops and Free Bridge mirror the eastern sky. Under the bridge is the river, the red Rivanna. Under the river’s redemption, it says in the book, It says in the book,
Yes, I’m gatekeeping…. This is exactly what I read these for. I personally don’t seek at poetry as much as I might. This is a great example. I might have read some wright in college, but it’s been a while. Thanks for bringing it up.
Mike — sorry I missed the CWC session so glad I could make it up by reading your thoughts here!
I appreciate you reading. I hope you're able to make the next one. It was pretty fun.
Yes, I’m gatekeeping…. This is exactly what I read these for. I personally don’t seek at poetry as much as I might. This is a great example. I might have read some wright in college, but it’s been a while. Thanks for bringing it up.