Republican poetry I cast my jacket to the ground and walked on in the warmth of the setting sun When his thermometer read each of those seventy-four degrees it was disparity His man had sworn it not a notch past sixty-five; his universe shattered Share this: Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...