Pollen Count Danielle Marie Cahill This poem first appeared in The Quarter(ly).
My computer tells me the weatherThere is a high pollen count todayAs if that matters deeply to someoneImprisoned in a glass towerAt night, my daughter asks if I saw the rainShe mimics the pattering noise with herFingers over the mound of the duvetI pretend I did.The she reminds me how in FebruaryWe stuck out our tongues to feel snowflakesFalling–so gentle and so coldWe both catch imaginary wisps for a whileI tell her that I love the rainTomorrow, I must go outside to feel the dropsOn my face–not learn about it far too lateIn the left-hand corner of my shining screen

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Write After: National Poetry Month with One Poem Only

Write After is a way to encourage poets to listen and write, and use National Poetry Month to highlight how listening to poetry makes us better poets. I know I write the best when I’m surrounded by beautiful poetry–it’s part of the reason I created this podcast, and I want to encourage others to share this practice.

We'll get started in April. You can share to #WriteAfterOPO.

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