I realize no one really cares about the Poet Laureate of the United States -- or maybe not no one, but I don't imagine there are that many people out there who give it much more than a passing thought, if at all.
Except for me and my people. I woke this morning to an email from my good friend S who stated her day had begun with the sound of rats scurrying around under her house, an infestation that is driving her and her family nuts. And just as I wrote the other day, that when things in the real world get too crazy and the news one horrific thing after the next, I run to the hills with poetry, S confirmed that she had also woken to learn that Philip Levine had been appointed our Poet Laureate.
Holy Day
--Philip Levine
1973
Los Angeles hums
a little tune --
trucks down
the coast road
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