I have always loved the writing of the person I only know as SC, or Salty Current. Intelligent, emotional, well-crafted in prose and in poetry, her writing is always worth the reading (and always far more poetic than mine; I am far too chained to rhyme and meter, and SC is one of the few who makes me regret that). So I’ll direct you here, to a recent poem she quite incorrectly predicted I would hate. And then I’ll cheat a bit, and quote a separate poem, linked at the above, also written for National Poetry Week, and which I just absolutely love:
The bullfighter, writer, and sportsman Ignacio Sánchez Mejías died
the morning of 13 August, 1934.
The bull Granadino died
around that time.
The poet Federico García Lorca died
in the same era.