Poetry Daily: Today's Poem
The voice blinks on, a neon dot
on the soundboard, the recorder chases
an imperceptible second behind the reading.

The library is dressed up like a theme park.
Here's a day when I just can't follow a word of it.
The Consulate pours rich red wine to celebrate

the five Slovenian writers as the tape winds on
around the party, capturing the discussion of freedom
on its spools in at least three different languages...
... ... ...


The Lightning
Paula Raimondo
Beloit Poetry Journal
Spring 2002, Vol. 52, Number 23