blackout poem #1
when she opened
the box
it was full of stars
which moved
and glinted
with hushed truth
and rang
and echoed
with the simplicity
of a bell
it’s not being brave
if you’re not scared
delicate lily lines
and the shadows that hang
in the forgotten
but balanced
corners
we folded
into each other
pretending
that we
knew everything
when I had
to beg
to talk to you
reading Faulkner
and clutching
empty coffee cups
all we really had
was the persimmon
srain that stretched
across the day
the hope
not yet forgotten
when we moved
like lazy cats
~Sarah Mahina Calvello~
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