Normal

A heron in November, a chance to talk to an elusive student about her writing...two moments that I am tempted to call "normal" in what surely feel like abnormal times. A poem about that "normal" moment that proves noteworthy. A poem about the "ordinary" being extraordinary. The quotidian, the everyday. A guy walks into a bar and everyone shouts, "Norm!" There's a poem there.

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lopsided syntax
recalling the heron
at dusk

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