American Literature · Classic · Excerpt · Language Driven Poetry · Passage · Poetry

Richard Jackson

One time, your heart almost slipped away on a river
barge. Your hands seemed to claw the sky. I’m sorry.
No one else made anything out of those streaked clouds.
The fact that it happened is proof enough for me.

—  Richard Jackson, from “Certainty,” Out of Place: Poems (The Ashland Poetry Press, 2014)

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