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F. Daniel Rzicznek
Published: Sun Apr 15 2007
Art: Paul TheriaultEver New (detail), 2022, acrylic and found paper on scavenged wood

You slumber through the afternoon,
turning under the waves like weather,
and now, after dinner, after ros,

my knuckles smack of charred cedar:
the plank we soaked to grill

the white-pink heaps of walleye.
Smoke of continuance
strung across me now, straight blade
of radio through the gut-low trees
yielding halfway to the stone fence.
(Your bronzed clouds, lobster sun,
and the rain clinging to itself just as the idea of rain clings
to itself-refuses sky, refuses to stay.)

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F. Daniel Rzicznek is the author of the chapbook Cloud Tablets (Kent State University Press, 2006). His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Boston ReviewAGNIThe New RepublicThe Iowa ReviewGulf CoastMississippi Review, and elsewhere. He teaches English composition at Bowling Green State University. (updated 4/2007)

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