Writers At Work 20th Anniversary — Dylan Gailey

Writers At Work remember
I hold you sacred


I remember discovering that a poem I’d fallen
in love with had a name
It was Sonnet

There is the memory I rely on daily
At Writers At Work I learned to breathe
To inhale and exhale evenly
And sometimes, just for fun
My breath iambic pentameter

I have a memory of laughter. I have a memory of my skin
remembering the feel of  the gentle guidance offered
as you touched my cheek all rosy and warm.



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