Christina Daub



Another crisp and cloudless day,
A small boat drifts to sea.
I have forgotten how to play.
I bend to tasks in my own way,
a gnarled and knot-filled tree.
I don’t look out or look away,
I grind lead. I etch worlds gray.
Sometimes I want to flee.
My pencil stubs could fill a tray,
from desk to bed to desk each day.
Some people think free verse is free,
not stalked by rhyme, cliché,
not sought by form, like A B A,
or others' words, Dante's, e.e.'s.
Is there something new to say?
I start a list of foreign nouns: Roué . . .
A small boat drifts to sea.
Another crisp and cloudless day,
and I am here. I have forgotten how to play.

Christina Daub's recent work is included in the anthologies, Full Moon on K Street, edited by Kim Roberts, The Poet's Cookbook, edited by Grace Cavalieri, and 180 More: Extraordinary Poems for Every Day, edited by Billy Collins.  She teaches creative writing at George Washington University.



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