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THE HOPE LETTER
 

A narrow room, a view cracked and flattened
the last illegible marking of whatever coil of light
has passed beneath surf, a sand smeared arm
and found on ones own an unexpected
hurler of suns, words, the portal in trees
shaping her self with such freedom
and force, a giant, between worlds
this wary refusal for their order of things
unaccustomed to miracles, will surrender
her back

setting for shipwreck


 
 


Jeanne Bernhardt 2004

 

 


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