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THE HOME STRETCH: A CYCLE OF POEMS

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​​The Home Stretch by Michael Campagnoli is not afraid to experiment with form and movement, in a collection that weaves dialogue, theme, and image together. Metaphor drives the collection of poems, as seen in "Loons", when the speaker says: 

There, in the distance,

two threw back

their wet black heads, gave

   answer and reply

   answer and reply

   sad-sweet skirl of melody.

Almost entwined, they slipped

beneath the water’s edge. Silent.

Disappeared.

Loons

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​​The Home Stretch by Michael Campagnoli is not afraid to experiment with form and movement, in a collection that weaves dialogue, theme, and image together. Metaphor drives the collection of poems, as seen in "Loons", when the speaker says: 

There, in the distance,

two threw back

their wet black heads, gave

   answer and reply

   answer and reply

   sad-sweet skirl of melody.

Almost entwined, they slipped

beneath the water’s edge. Silent.

Disappeared.

Loons

​​The Home Stretch by Michael Campagnoli is not afraid to experiment with form and movement, in a collection that weaves dialogue, theme, and image together. Metaphor drives the collection of poems, as seen in "Loons", when the speaker says: 

There, in the distance,

two threw back

their wet black heads, gave

   answer and reply

   answer and reply

   sad-sweet skirl of melody.

Almost entwined, they slipped

beneath the water’s edge. Silent.

Disappeared.

Loons

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