On July 13th, 2018, I reached 78th on the Best New Poems list with this poem you are reading right now. I never thought I'd see the day where one of my poems would finally be on the Best New Poems list.
In the rain, I play the harp by the higher edge of a scarp to see the crestfallen town down there as sunless souls can't sing joy into the air Miraculous notes pierce the melancholic skies conquering the storm, in a vortex fading clockwise restoring bliss to its former glory in order to happily end this story
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