Poems of the Week: 2026
Everything about us, for better or worse, we make ourselves.
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Some say there’s a skeleton out here, a symbol of cleanliness.
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The shorebirds bank toward the west at once—flashing too fast.
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You go out larking with a neatly mustached man.
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how wonderful all the turbulence and greeting and ash in my wine
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When you break them they barely change, except, at last, they stop.
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