Months ago, I had posted an earlier version of this poem: originally, it was in the form of a sonnet. Upon a recent re-reading, the sonnet seemed unlimber, untrim, too gusty, not ready for prime time. So I do what poets often do: I revised!
South wind coaxes petals from the hedges;
sidewalk teems with sparrows;
college quad whizzes with Frisbees:
noon in Amherst, April or May:
a twentyish woman's gentle tread
nudges joy from sleep-smudged ground.
Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas
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Written on 2019-08-16 at 07:33
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