Judge Fleda Brown’s comments: “I like the way this poem slips up on the sorrow, embedding it in the details before we understand its source. The Radio Flyer, the ‘neighbor shifting dust / to the street,’ the coworkers ‘pigging up their darling lives’--the images skillfully keep us one step away from the actual event, the one that matters. The poem stands in its length and its quatrains as testament to Emily Dickinson’s poem that begins, ‘After great pain, a formal feeling comes.’ I am particularly fond of ‘The Cardiologist...’s last two lines, the way the poem ends with ‘cooled clay.’”