"There‘s a woman making a mess / of a Smokey Robinson tune, / And people handing her quarters / So she‘ll move on to the next car. / When she goes, I feel a little // Like a species of extravagant bird / Has just gone extinct."
-"Night"
"There‘s a woman making a mess / of a Smokey Robinson tune, / And people handing her quarters / So she‘ll move on to the next car. / When she goes, I feel a little // Like a species of extravagant bird / Has just gone extinct."
-"Night"
"A dog scuttles past, like a wig / Drawn by an invisible cord."
-"Self-Portrait as the Letter Y"
Today in odd but extremely apt similes.
I have enjoyed Tracy K. Smith so much that I couldn‘t confine her to one month, so she gets February for #PoetryChallenge2018 too! I‘m going to see her at Emory in just a couple of hours. I‘m so excited!!