Poems by Tony Hoagland
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A Color of the Sky
... What I thought was a brick wall turned out to be a tunnel ...
Note to Reality
... ..” The breeze so cool today, the sky smeared with bluish grays and whites ...
Summer in a Small Town
... This is the kind of town where the rush hour traffic halts ...
Requests for Toy Piano
... and how the darkness and her perfume and the beating of their hearts ...
There Is No Word
... I would like to use to describe standing on the street ...
From This Height
... but it’s pure sorcery the way the feathers of warm mist ...
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