Poem of the Day: 1933

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Poem of the Day: 1933

12/16/2008 by Cosmographia Books

1933

Whole countries hover, oblivious on the edge
of history and in Cleveland the lake
already is dying. None of this matters
to my mother at seven, awakened from sleep

(continue)

-Lynda Hull

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