The Wide Receiver Declares Himself Ready“Go long,” you say, “get open,” though you mean and ride singing forth?—and so I set off, gone beyond past the moon landing staged in a barn with phosphor. I keep going, past the last whalers, clergied by sailors the ocean spewed back, I reach of tea leaves, I travel waters where the Armada lies past Chaucer’s company returning, their contest forgotten of the Tower of London, to the battle at Hastings in an illusion of flight that becomes rally and charge, for “To the death,” and when I call “Let fly,” you do, and waiting, and you wouldn’t believe the far I’ve gone. Lytton Smith was born in Galleywood, England, and lives in New York City. His manuscript of poems, The All-Purpose Magical Tent, has been a finalist for the Dorset Prize and the Sawtooth Prize.
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