hope is a four letter word.
your fingerprints on my lens
I don't wipe it clean
a soft blur as I stare down
nectarine vapor cotton
the sun is setting on us again
behind the earth
the same sun you cursed all day
I consider a fall
jackknifing toward the ground
wet with clouds on my flesh
you are afraid to look up.
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the tangerine sun
above blankets of vapor
my life diverted
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a glint on the wing
frost frames the world through plastic
leaving you behind
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© 3.24.12 heather brager
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