Abstract
117 william stobb Abrupt or Not Sonnet A few years running a satellite snap storm swirl over Antarctica’s Q-tip ’s the most beautiful thing I can find. After living for decades in one town I heard a new church bell. Is this Prague? No. Will I write a book? Church Bells of Wisconsin? No. Maybe before traveling alone I should repeat my pledge to my wife so she’s not stuck in meetings all day thinking what’s that bastard up to? We justify our own concerns grasshoppa—our pixels and chimes evaporate in time—the hidden family. CRSP09 poetry.indd 117 1/30/2009 12:51:02 PM ...
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