The Big Day

We woke up to a cool, rainy Friday this morning here in north Texas, and the sky was just the right kind of gray. Not a sad foggy gray, but more of a dove wool tuxedo for a morning wedding gray. It has always seemed to me that certain colors and sounds all come along carrying their own backstory. Layers and echoes, that’s what I mean. These colors and sounds include a kind of memory hyperlink.

I think that is also what I like about a beautifully surreal poem by Bob Hicok titled, The Big Day. The personified characters of Doubt, Death and Innocence all have great echoes and layers from the everyday world. They seem perfectly plausible as friends sharing a limo ride to a wedding in the country, and another fun choice for poetry by Blackbird magazine (Fall 2011).

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