Two Poems
by William O’Daly
Greeting
The sun rounds the sky,
a bulb hiding its light,
a yellow gillyflower—
blue and red and white—
more common than country,
more reliable than anthrax,
extensive as stone. Why, mad
as the west wind, do we do it?



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