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One Poem More gathers all of this week’s poems from One Poem Only—an unhurried chance to listen again, or catch what you missed.
Plus one new one to carry us into the week ahead
The birds careen at the same place in the sky
I wonder if we should tell them the mess we made
So they can move on to something useful,
So they can take a break as omen bearers—
the tragedies keep piling up.
I pass a nest high in the tree
It’s been there all this time,
Concealed by leaves.
The sparseness of winter uncovers
What we believe is hidden
We retrace our footprints in the snow,
Trying to unravel the path forward,
But all is confusion as we cross
And recross our steps.
How to glide through the crisp morning air
With no wing beats to meter our journey?
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More from this week’s poets
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Write After: National Poetry Month with One Poem Only
Write After is a way to encourage poets to listen and write, and use National Poetry Month to highlight how listening to poetry makes us better poets. I know I write the best when I’m surrounded by beautiful poetry–it’s part of the reason I created this podcast, and I want to encourage others to share this practice. We'll get started in April. You can share to #WriteAfterOPO.
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