Who for Plato’s sacked harbor intend
Who for Plato’s sacked harbor intend
cicada-sanded and vinegar air expect,
Against grace’s headwinds vainly beat
Who by red morning vapors from a box to box, note this:
like choral blizzards
Relentless, embracing the voided sediment
with nonpareils, the sap sparking new eras
That melt into eternity bearing nuggeted angelic settlement,
Poetry a people’s scar
shoveling from the paths of children
drifts of slave-fueled sentiment.
~Douglas Olds, September 5, 2023
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