Of Paradise

There is a black fly drowning in that glass of beer.
There is a black fly drowning in that glass of beer.

How can no one notice it,
That black fly?

Black as a zero is useless.
Black as grammar school.

The man with the beer is a fisherman,
Small and gigantic

In his white rubber boots.
How sick we are, the three of us,

Of Paradise.



Green Squall (excerpts from) won the Yale Series of Younger Poets Competition in 2005.

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