liked this poem by Mr. Riley and thought I would post it before going my way Monday morning. Seems like it will be a busy week for us.  Enjoy the week and if you have the time, go walk in some fields.

Eunoia Review

Because floods

overwhelm city

streets and fjords


alike I promise

always to observe


skyscrapers alongside


peonies. To divest

from corporate


prayer. To believe

dichotomies


only when

necessary. After all,


what’s prayer comparable to?

Dandelions wilt


as I walk past them,


you can’t save

yourself, that’s just

living. You can’t name


the book of love, it’s made

of names.


Of names


scrawled on insensible

parchment. I know,


Sunday’s a day of rest.

It’s probably better


to forget one’s own

name than to remember


one’s forgotten one’s own

name. The wind


carried me here.


The book of love said. I followed

close behind,

tracing each nettle.


The tide rises,


overflows my desk.

I’m standing knee deep.

Scott Corbet Riley is a PhD student at UC Santa Cruz, studying US poetry. He has published essays and poems in Berkeley Poetry Review, Rattle, and Landscapes. He holds an MFA from St. Mary’s College…

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