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I imagine you on a May morningbreezing into his study, breathlessfrom your sprint across the fields.The great man of letters—your father’s friend,your friend—neither sighs nor hesitatesas he sets his quill... Read More

This poem is part of CavanKerry’s series for National Poetry Month.  Every day in April, we post a poem from our community of writers.    Facing Itby Judith Sornberger How many poets... Read More