From “Drift” by William Preston
I remember the day it really started.
The city as empty as a stage sprawled before us.
One o'clock drifted through,
the snow outside stacked on top of cars.
I stepped outside and slipped back inside and said, look at this.
We stepped outside as a silent symphony of reds and blues against
the white canvas of the city vanished.
Twisted in the wind, shaking and covered,
it felt like nothing was quite real that day.
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Avant is Rowan's undergraduate magazine of literature and art. Funded by the Student Government Association, it is typically published every semester. Submissions of poetry, prose, and visual art are accepted from matriculated students throughout the year.
Selections are made anonymously by an editorial board and staff made up of undergraduate students. Members of the editorial board are elected each spring by all voting members of Avant. This semester, Avant meets every Tuesday at 7 PM over Zoom.
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