Tardy poetry

I missed poem on your blog day. Here’s a belated entry by Kate Ryan, recent winner of the Ruth Lilly Prize.

THE OTHER SHOE

Oh if it were

only the other

shoe hanging

in space before

joining its mate.

If the undropped

didn’t congregate

with the undropped.

But nothing can

stop the mid-air

collusion of the

unpaired above us

acquiring density

and weight. We

feel it accumulate.

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