Monday, August 11, 2014


A Charlie Russell Dawn

Sunrise sky in layers, clouds on hold
a long time, bits of blue like ponds.

Surreal, you say to no one:
that violet on gold, that red under orange,
that apricot, peach, coral, salmon.

Even if something happens today
it won’t mean a thing.

The sky was the story,
and it was brief and had no plot.

About Bill Hoaglund:
Bill Hoagland taught creative writing and other classes at MSU-Northern in Havre from 1979 to 1990 and then at Northwest College in Wyoming from 1990 until his retirement in 2013. His poetry has appeared in over a hundred journals and magazines, as well as in the anthologies The Last Best Place and Ring of Fire: Writers of the Yellowstone Region. Now retired and living the dream life in Ireland, Hoagland has a new book of poems in search of a publisher who would be delighted at his ability to help readers fulfill their ultimate potential as sentient beings.

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