Poem of the Week, by Edward Hirsch

My Father’s Track and Field Medal, 1932

- Edward Hirsch

Cup the tarnished metal in your palm.

Look closely and you’ll see a squirrel

scampering up a beech-wood in the forest.

You’ll see a cardinal flaming in the branches.

You’ll see a fleet-footed antelope racing

through the woods ahead of the hunters.


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