Waiting, Watching
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One hot day oozes into another, and I find myself observing everything around me in the heat as though the hot air is lit by a stage light. Look how red that fire truck is. Look at those dragonflies! Look at that kid carrying an automatic soap bubble blower. The bubbles twirl around everything.
William Matthews’s “Morningside Heights, July” is a great poem to read this week. Notice the short sentences and how they convey even more tension across their enjambments.