sun is too
high for me to
remember:
my weight on the
moon is
equal to you
when the sun
is dying
we will call it
our Red Giant:
when the moon
dies
who will notice
who will care.
-- Christina Marie Lancaster
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Radio
I left it
on when I
left the house
for the pleasure
of coming back
ten hours later
to the greatness
of Teddy Wilson
"After You've Gone"
on the piano
in the corner
of the bedroom
as I enter
in the dark
from New and Selected Poems by David Lehman
My broken heart heals from the beauty of these brief yet powerful lines. I can guarantee that your significance is not only noticed but cherished.
Posted by: Grey | July 04, 2021 at 09:39 AM