(It hardly seems possible that 2/3 of the year is done.)
The roundup this week is over at Mentor Texts.
My new poet this week is Rita Dove, one of the contemporary poets featured over at http://www.poets.org/.
by Rita Dove
She liked mornings the best—Thomas gone
to look for work, her coffee flushed with milk,
outside autumn trees blowsy and dripping.
Past the seventh month she couldn’t see her feet
so she floated from room to room, houseshoes flapping,
navigating corners in wonder. When she leaned
against a doorjamb to yawn, she disappeared entirely.
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