The Atlantic “I uncover / orange embers, carry them / to a covered grill, and, glancing up, / see the stars’ braille / against the night’s black page.” Read a new poem by Arthur Sze:
“I uncover / orange embers, carry them / to a covered grill, and, glancing up, / see the stars’ braille / against the night’s black page.” Read a new poem by Arthur Sze: