Poetry Friday

"IF I DON'T MEET YOU IN THIS LIFE LET ME FEEL THE LACK"


Amy Quan Berry


Now there is almost no sound and at night I am not afraid.
The next world will be made of paper and everything
will have the capacity to fly. Promise me it will be there
as it is here -— the raspberries climbing the trellis, the rivers
blue scripts. Because every story has two endings, I see your body
breaking down, I see you soaring in the light. Be taken with me.
Come pouring down unified.

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