Poetry for your Thursday: Rearview Mirror

Rearview Mir­ror –Robert Mor­gan This lit­tle pool in the air is not a spring but sink into which trees and high­way, bank and fields are sipped away to minute­ness. All split on the present then merge in stretched per­spec­tive, radi­ant in reverse, the wide world…

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