Magazine | November 27, 2017, Issue

Poetry

PLEASANT BAY

Because it rained all day, everyone grew sad.

Those already sad grew sadder.

The cupped blossoms of the wild strawberries

broadcast through the fields

drained as quickly as they filled,

while we were filled up

and kept on filling, like clocks ticking

after the end of the world.

Jessica Hornik — Jessica Hornik is the author of the collection A Door on the River (Chatwin Books).

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PLEASANT BAY Because it rained all day, everyone grew sad. Those already sad grew sadder. The cupped blossoms of the wild strawberries broadcast through the fields drained as quickly as they filled, while we were filled ...

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