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Two poems by Mark Danowsky

  • Mar 7, 2022
  • 1 min read



Taken Out

I was raised by those

raised by a generation

to spend a long time

“getting ready”

so someone can stand

at the foot of the stairs

behold you

say, You look great

let’s get going

we’re running late




Extended Hours

You’re asleep a while already

I’m tidying up, winding down

I overhear the downstairs neighbors

Laughing & laughing

Just like so many nights before

I wonder what it is they find

To laugh about so much

So long into the night

After we have put away

Last joys of the evening






Mark Danowsky is Editor-in-Chief of ONE ART: a journal of poetry, Poetry Craft Essays Editor for Cleaver Magazine, and a Regular Contributor for Versification. He is author of the poetry collection As Falls Trees (NightBallet Press) and JAWN forthcoming from Moonstone Press.


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