Today's poem is by Sarah Vap
The earliest light we know
is out there on the hill this evening, calling to us. Starlight
is an ancient lilac, a talent for the fragile certainty:
there is a speck
of memory. Then it is quiet.
It's sacrilege to imagine
how someone should or should not
have loved you, umpteenth time.
Copyright © 2009 Sarah Vap All rights reserved
from Faulkner's Rosary
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