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Nulla Dies Sine Linea
On my birthday
A crow guffaws, dirty man throwing the punch of his
one joke. And now, nearer, a murder
answers, chortling from the pale hill’s brow.
From under my lashes’ wings they stretch
clawed feet. There the unflappable years
perch and stare. When I squint, when I
grin, my new old face nearly hops
off my old new face. Considering what’s flown,
what might yet fly, I lean my chin
on the palm where my half-cashed fortune lies.
Source: Poetry (April 2012).
Biography
V. Penelope Pelizzon’s Nostos (Ohio University Press, 2000), won the Poetry Society of America’s Norma Farber First Book Award. She is also co-author of Tabloid, Inc: Crimes, Newspapers, Narratives (Ohio State University Press, 2010).
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SUBJECT Living, Birth & Birthdays, Life Choices, Time & Brevity
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