East River
By Lola Ridge
Dour river
Jaded with monotony of lights
Diving off mast heads….
Lights mad with creating in a river... turning its sullen back....
Heave up, river…
Vomit back into the darkness your spawn of light…
The night will gut what you give her.
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The major event of my Thursday was my semiannual dentist appointment, which fortunately did not involve finding any cavities or any other crises -- I didn't even get waterboarded since I requested the old-fashioned tooth polishers. Before that, we watched the Terps' men's basketball team (barely) win their first NCAA game over West Virginia, and I did some more freecycling and selling work.
Kristen and I watched the first half of Captain America: The Winter Soldier after dinner, then I chatted with my friends, most of whom were in Philadelphia with us last weekend. Then Paul and I watched the first episode of the returning Shadow and Bone, whose first season I wish I could remember better. Some Star Wars displays at the Disney 100 exhibit at the Franklin Institute:
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