Link: “Glass Sight” | Tyler Mitchell
Source: Poetry, September 2022)
…If poets travel
from one image to the next, what comes of the ribbons
of roads breathing between letters? There are ways out of this sequencing broad shoulders flexing commas
young lungs. The crunching of leaves scrape the mind,
deer travel along the concrete. Their chance to exist,
the split second of impact when broken antlers become the page.
The crack on the window unfolds to a map…
Maybe my favorite little poem from this issue of Poetry. I keep reading it again and again.