Early in June it was my privilege to hear poet Lesley Wheeler read as part of the Joaquin Miller Poetry Series on summer Sundays in Washington, DC's Rock Creek Park. Lesley read from her wonderful 2015 collection, Radioland, in which I found this mathy sonnet, a poem of twists and singularities and rich with double meanings:
Concentric Grooves, 1983 by Lesley Wheeler
Every whorl in the floorboard spins clockwise,
the grain widening round the stain, a stream
of years circling a burn-brown knot. Strum
and crackly gap. Music drowns a wheeze
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Wednesday, June 29, 2016
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