I picture him
in the plastic lawn chair
at the head of the driveway
a thistle growing
in the crack beside his beer bottle
leaving a wet ring
on the blonde cement
The tenuous frail night
landing like a paper airplane
in a field of high cornMan, there's something about good poetry that's just, well, good. These five poems by Carl Adamschick beautifully rotate themes of longing and loss, with such compelling imagery to boot. Feel all the things.
You can read 'Poetry: Five' by Carl Adamschick over at Electric Literature.
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