Poetry reading by Madison Co-Poet Laureate Sarah Busse

Sponsored by Century magazine.

View, with Cardinals

To say, this hour teeters over a chasm

is one path to understanding.

To say, come May, sunlight thickens

like pulled taffy is a choice.

But what are the alternatives, given such

a scrap bag of fragments, figments:

a truck’s ignition, close

of a mailbox, step of a child upstairs.

Dry sounds, though the morning

smelled like every screen door

you ever pressed your nose to, wishing.

The cardinals keep scraping away. Find me.