Where to Go

by Kennedy Phillips

No stopping. No sinking down. Like a branch
floats on water, the body does not go under.
Like a tree seeded among dark rocks, the body
leans where it must. Or fails.

– excerpt from Camille Dungy’s poem “Survival”

Do these four feel welcomed on the levee, do they feel they belong by the river’s side?  Continue reading “Where to Go”

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