so,
spring’s
come & we’re
driving west & for a
half-sec the sunset looks
like salmon-spread slathered
sparingly on great blue bread with
the moon embedded in it like a toenail;
but it’s a bit less luminous than that,
overall.
and you say that some things are most lit,
most magnificent and vivid,
like, right before they have to die.
Logan's worked with patients, students, and ppl enduring homelessness. Logo's poetry has appeared in grist, The Notre Dame Review, Pedestal Magazine, AZURE, and others. Once, he got a Best of the Net nom. Lo's been spoiled by some good years & spoiled by some bad. Spouse and L. live in the problematic-yet-pulchritudinous city of Minneapolis, under the grueling hegemony of their three rescued quadrupeds.
