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Our headlights push the darkness through
the s-shaped coils of pavement
threading through the sawgrass flats
across the mangrove estuaries
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I cannot praise this poem enough. It is both terrifying and magical. Certainly one of the best poems I've read for a very long time. Your diction reminds me of Heaney and you do not suffer by comparison.
Tom, I am of course deeply honored by the association, but more so by your gracious encouragement. I have thought long about this moment in my life, never feeling the right moment to attempt the recapitulation of its internal effects, always fearing I would come up short. I thought the moment had arrived, and your response is my reward. Always a privilege, Tom.
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7/20/2025 5:21:37 AM # 1.0.0
Neal, after a second read, I think I get this, see how the two scenes connect. First, typical of you but always appreciated, is the fresh phrasing and vivid language—too many examples for me to list. Then, this may seem a weird jump, but I’ve wondered how (and can’t imagine myself being able to do this) surgeons and those with them can do what they do in an operating room and still eat lunch. It’s good they can, though, and ending the fawn’s life was a mercy. -Glen