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NaPoMo: Poem for April 27

You can find more info about NaPoMo here, here and here.Red BerriesJane HirshfieldAgain the pyrocanthus berries redden in rain,as if return were return.It is not.The familiar is not the thing it reminds of.Today's yes is different from yesterday's yes.Even no's adamance alters.From painting to painting,century to century,the tipped-over copper pot spills out different light;the cut-open… Continue reading NaPoMo: Poem for April 27