Poem for Wisconsin
by Matthew Zapruder
In Milwaukee it is snowing
on the golden statue
of the 1970s television star
whose television house
was in Milwaukee
and also on the Comet Cafe
and on the white museum
the famous Spanish architect
built with a glass
elevator through it
and a room with a button
that when you press it
makes two wings
on the sides of the building
more quickly than you might
imagine mechanically
rise like a clumsy
thoughtful bird
thinking now
I am at last ready
Read the rest of this poem here.
I really like the one-line stanzas--the way they slow you down, encouraging you to contemplate each and every word so closely. And its rambling nature appeals to me. And I just have a thing for poems with geography references. I'll delve into that another day, I suppose.
Stay tuned for more new poems throughout National Poetry Month!
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