poetry critical

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Poetry Critical 2.0

Hey guys, Donald here.

In a few weeks, this site will be 9 years old. 9 years! And I still know some of the earliest submissions by heart.

But, boy. That’s like 102 in web-years. So it’s time for something new. I’m building that something now with my nights-and-weekend minutes (and plenty of coffee). Buy me a cup?

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Random Poem:

On "Having a Coke With You"
william

I called you
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when I was outside
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because it was windy and because the sun
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was orange despite the cold.
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It was still winter but
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the first time in months
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that there were such sharp shadows
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on everything.
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I took pictures of them, the shadows,
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but it wasn't enough so
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I called you and the wind
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beat on the voicepiece of the phone,
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so I turned my back to it and stood
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in a sharp shadow and the sun flickered,
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moved behind clouds like tunnel
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lamps flashing between cars
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at Penn Station.
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I called you
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and the grass was just regrowing
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and the ground was soggy from
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the rain this morning. But I walked
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on it anyway and pressed rainwater
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out of the ground like dishwater from
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a neon yellow sponge and I called because
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I had just read Frank O'Hara
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and when I caught you, you were on the
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way out the door but
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I asked you to wait and you did and
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when I finally got down to reading the poem I
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was breathless from finding a bench to sit on
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and from the excitement of hearing your voice.
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The sun was low in the sky
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and I rushed all the lines
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and had to shout over the wind so when I was finally finished
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you weren’t sure if I was done
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or if I was unfolding the papers (the wind had wrapped
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around my fingers) or if I was just pausing to catch
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my breath.
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