{"id":4461,"date":"2023-10-26T15:25:11","date_gmt":"2023-10-26T19:25:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/?p=4461"},"modified":"2023-10-26T15:25:12","modified_gmt":"2023-10-26T19:25:12","slug":"a-poem-for-a-thursday-242","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2023\/10\/26\/a-poem-for-a-thursday-242\/","title":{"rendered":"A Poem for a Thursday #242"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"wp-block-image\">\n<figure class=\"aligncenter size-large\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/lance-reis-0yKH-63KfYg-unsplash-1024x819.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-4462\"\/><figcaption class=\"wp-element-caption\">Photo by <a href=\"https:\/\/unsplash.com\/@lancereis?utm_content=creditCopyText&amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;utm_source=unsplash\">Lance Reis<\/a> on <a href=\"https:\/\/unsplash.com\/photos\/a-bird-flying-in-the-snow-0yKH-63KfYg?utm_content=creditCopyText&amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;utm_source=unsplash\">Unsplash<\/a><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n<div style=\"height:50px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Greg Pape is the author of a number of award-winning poetry books. His poems have been read on NPR and featured by Garrison Keillor on T<em>he Writer&#8217;s Almanac.<\/em> He served as the poet laureate of Montana from 2007-2009. His poems are frequently inspired by nature, travel, music, and memory. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:50px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse\">An owl calls across the river.\n\nAnother answers farther downstream.\n\nStars glitter through the branches of pines\nand on the back of the river.\n\nHe sits still, leaning against a tree.\nThe river comes a little closer.\n\nDeer come closer.\n\nHe hears the riffle upstream\nand the one down. Water eddies\nand runs susurrous in his mind.\n\nLooking up into the sweeping current of starlight,\nfish idle and hold against the flow.\n\nNow, just above his head, a third owl calls\u2014\nsix blue notes like circles widening on the surface of a pool,\npicked up and repeated across the river,\nthen down away.\n\nThe sound goes around, an echo, an eddy\nin the dark before dawn.\n\nHe listens, slips his hand into the cold river,\nturns it over, palm up, to cup the water\nto hold stars.\n\nThe River Comes Closer\nGreg Pape<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Greg Pape is the author of a number of award-winning poetry books. His poems have been read on NPR and featured by Garrison Keillor on The Writer&#8217;s Almanac. He served as the poet laureate of Montana from 2007-2009. His poems are frequently inspired by nature, travel, music, and memory. An owl calls across the river. Another answers farther downstream. Stars glitter through the branches of pines and on the back of the river. He sits still, leaning against a tree. The river comes a little closer. Deer come closer. He hears the riffle upstream and the one down. Water eddies and runs susurrous in his mind. Looking up into the sweeping current of starlight, fish idle and hold against the flow. Now, just above his head, a third owl calls\u2014 six blue notes like circles widening on the surface of a pool, picked up and repeated across the river, then down away. The sound goes around, an echo, an eddy in the dark before dawn. He listens, slips his hand into the cold river, turns it over, palm up, to cup the water to hold stars. 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