by Elaine Equi
The sky is melting. Me too.Who hasn't seen it this way?
Pink between the castlework
of buildings.
Pensive syrup
drizzled over clouds.
It is almost catastrophic how heavenly.
A million poets, at least,
have stood in this very spot,
groceries in hand, wondering:
"Can I witness the Rapture
and still make it home in time for dinner?"
Elaine Equi is the author of numerous books of poetry including, Click and Clone (Coffee House Press, 2011). She lives in New York City where she teaches at the New School.
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