Poetry East #54

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Poetry East #54


What makes the desert beautiful
Is that somewhere it hides a well

—Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

Poetry by Debra Woolley, Michael Salcman, and Sean Thomas.

Night and Day

In the sad middle of the night
a parade passes below my window.
I decide nothing and the procession
marches on an on, a dark unbroken
body, raising whorls of brassy sound

With first light comes the mayor
in his long black car, his delicate hand
turning and turning the bird-loud air.

— Mike White

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