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The Sunday Poem is published weekly, and strives to include the poet reading their work.
Ms. Rozell reads her poem at its conclusion.
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photo via Peakpx
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Late Sunday
All damn day
talk — talk — talk
I told him, son
why not fit those fingers
down that damn gullet
and make it a proper
squawk squawk squawk —
“I ain’t no crow”
he choked, I lifted a brow
like — is that so?
“It’s music, man”
he yelled, I tilted my head
like — yeah this again
“It is!”
he insisted
& before I could answer
he sat right back down at that little bench
and laid one fingerbone kiss on the lidless key
then he was
singing
a hushed sonata; the swirling of moons
around hydrogen Jupiter, a scarlet ribbon
fluttering in the sun stroked breeze
a trembling flag outside a hollow temple
the river-fresh woods and the lily stone
he spoke the wind and kept on going —
I blinked
once, or twice
I can’t recall
I couldn’t speak at all
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Listen to Josie Rozell read her poem
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Josie Rozell writes to the long-notes of Nina & Billie and salts the stanzas with a little Davis. She is the author of two collections of poetry and hand-cut collage: Articulated Soul (2021) and Deep Breath (2023). More of her work can be found at www.josierozell.wordpress.com. She lives and creates by way of Berlin.
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