Sarah Lang
TWO POEMS
But here, light begins as water rising
to break as a body falls. A chinook
over patched ground. You are
as a ghost, a stray hair stilled
in photograph already gone. How
to remember
and in what hue.
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if whether this fell
if pin, gardens
if laugh's forgiving satin
sheen
if neat passes
if neat, bone
if feel and choice to
if of parts
will better
if better a tactile
grouping
if angled in a way
is a home is a spring
in health
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