A Donation of Shoes by Ted Kooser

A Donation of Shoes by Ted Kooser They’re on their way to Goodwill in Destiny’s old cardboard carton, the flaps folded inside, lending its scuffed shoulders a look of authority, the box knowing the route, the shoes badly lost and confused, their toes starting in every direction at once, clambering over each other, laces entangled—wingtip, […]

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Matins by Louise Gluck

Matins Louise Gluck You want to know how I spend my time? I walk the front lawn, pretending to be weeding. You ought to know I’m never weeding, on my knees, pulling clumps of clover from the flower beds: in fact I’m looking for courage, for some evidence my life will change, though it takes […]

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