Spoon River Poetry Review Editors' Prize winner A Moment for Authentic Shine This is the greatest moment of your life, said the voice both familiar and distant, like a childhood friend become spokesperson for a cleaning product— which caused the many hats to turn in many directions and one robed arm to extend. And what after all had been passing? The sounds birds made often seemed more cogent than the swirl of argument, a cyclone in a sandbox. So much management we ought to have degrees was a type of joke made at outmoded parties. Still with shades and declarations echoes of heroic solos translated out of urgent decades while almost unnoticed, pensive tunes accumulate in the mix like thunder clouds on these warmer days. Regardless, the names come unpinned, stars die, a closetful of semi- recognizable jackets and hats be-speaks the by...
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