DPF / Rankine

Among so many unforgettable images and moments, let this one be for the rain. From Citizen, by Claudia Rankine.

from I / by Claudia Rankine

The rain this morning pours from the gutters and everywhere else it is lost in the trees.

DPF / Skurnick

For clocks whose hands move backwards, from poetryfoundation.org.

from Grand Central, Track 23 / by Elizabeth Skurnick

The laureled, relentless clocks. The sceptered row
Of columns dreams one o’clock, immense,
Inviolate. What time is it? I don’t know.

DPF / Gibb

For autumn, from poetryfoundation.org.

from For the Chipmunk in My Yard / by Robert Gibb

          He’s lucky
To be where he is, wild with all that happens.

DPF / Fearing

For magazines and dreams, from The Oxford Book of American Poetry, edited by David Lehman.

from X Minus X / by Kenneth Fearing

Still there will be your desire, and her desire, and his
                   desire, and their desire,
your laughter, their laughter

DPF / McPherson

For the bins and bins of them, from Poetryfoundation.org.

from A Pumpkin at New Year’s / by Sandra McPherson

It was time too to leave you uncut and full-featured,   
Like the grandpa of twenty-five pumpkins in my past

DPF / Gardinier

For collars and chambers, from Villanelles, edited by Annie Finch and Marie – Elizabeth Mali.

from Tonight / by Suzanne Gardinier, b. 1961

tomorrow, the defiant cavalcade.
Someone is writing a sermon tonight.