Arthur Sze who won the Bobbitt Prize 🎉💜

“The path was purple in the dusk.
I saw an owl, perched,
on a branch.

And when the owl stirred, a fine dust
fell from its wings. I was
silent then. And felt

the owl quaver. And at dawn, waking,
the path was green in the
May light.”

#poetry https://poets.org/poem/owl