Muffin of Sunsets, Elaine Equi
april is: a poem a day for national poetry month
Muffin of SunsetsElaine EquiThe sky is melting. Me too.Who hasn’t seen it this way?Pink between the castleworkof buildings.Pensive syrupdrizzled over clouds.It is almost catastrophic how heavenly.A million poets, at least,have stood in this very spot,groceries in hand, wondering:“Can I witness the...