1 September 2017:
"Thank the stars there's a day
each week to tuck in
the grief, lift your pearls, and
stride brush stride
quick-quick with a
heel-ball-toe. Smooth
as Nat King Cole's
slow satin smile,
easy as taking
one day at a time:
one man and
one woman,
rib to rib,
with no heartbreak in sight–
just the sweep of Paradise
and the space of a song
to count all the wonders in it." --Rita Dove, "Foxtrot Fridays"
I heard this poem first thing this morning and it sort of gave me the feeling it would be a good day. She read it on a podcast episode of Ask Me Another (she was a delight!), but you can hear her reading it here, too.
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