Collection · Contemporary · Excerpt · Fragment · Passage · Poetry

Allison Titus

Once there was no language
for the weather, just          The sky is low and birdless;
or The sky is a box of wings.

— Allison Titus, from “Inclement,” Sum of Every Lost Ship: Poems. (Cleveland State U Poetry Center; 1 edition November 16, 2009)

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