Judge Fleda Brown’s comments: “I’m drawn to this poem from the first line--the ‘brows of broken ashes’--and continue to be delighted and surprised line after line by the fresh metaphors. This poem is all poem. It holds me aloft in its language. The death of Federico Garcia Lorca is made present, a ‘sun imploding / like a sack of rotten oranges.’ I can only quote lines from this fine poem, which deserves not to be rendered into prose. The poem’s ending is brilliant, ‘but the sheets, / the white sheets you sail on, / coming home.’ How much more perfect can an ending be, for Lorca, and for us?”