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Even through the summer storm, by Carol Clark Williams
wild geese imagine the moon and
row toward it, writing
lines of poetry.
Against the gothic clouds they sketch
sestinas, every stanza
beginning with the letter “v”.
They search the lightning-punctuated sky
for words that rhyme with
“flight” and “night”.
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I've been wanting to find this poem for 2 years.
wild geese imagine the moon and
row toward it, writing
lines of poetry.
Against the gothic clouds they sketch
sestinas, every stanza
beginning with the letter “v”.
They search the lightning-punctuated sky
for words that rhyme with
“flight” and “night”.
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I've been wanting to find this poem for 2 years.