A
baseball crashed through my kitchen window
and
landed in the coffee cup you found in the dirt
and
mailed to me. Everything arcs. I looked east
and
read the words you wrote in cursive
above
the red seam. Yes: what happens behind glass,
stays
behinds glass. When the sun is just overhead,
the
roads between here and there turn to soil,
grab
hold of the land, and begin to bend.
Adam Clay will be hosted by the series June 7th!
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