Tony Hoagland

(1953 - / North Carolina / United States)

Poems of Tony Hoagland

1. Grammar 1/13/2003
2. Jet 1/20/2003
3. Lucky 1/20/2003

Jet

Sometimes I wish I were still out
on the back porch, drinking jet fuel
with the boys, getting louder and louder
as the empty cans drop out of our paws
like booster rockets falling back to Earth

and we soar up into the summer stars.
Summer. The big sky river rushes overhead,
bearing asteroids and mist, blind fish

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