We didn’t know. How
could we? I could be
in the midst
of another halo
shadow over hours
untold. Could be
at the nudge
and pause as they ripen
inside a green house
beneath a green roof.
His lips could be
ready, and I would be unpainted
and preoccupied
with this spot on a Formica
table top. An imaginary island
in an imaginary sea.
beautiful piece. Love your blog!
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Thanks Kara. Happy writing!
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Beautifully written!
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