Calling: Marfa
A poem for Sunday
by Donika Kelly
Nov 08, 2020
1 minute
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For E.
There was the day: the forsythia
at your fence a conflagration
of yellow, the sun, a more obvious
conflagration of yellow, and spring
just finding of the day, the flowers, the sun, my belly full, and you, dear friend, temperate as the breeze. I want to call you, to sound
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