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: Click to share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...