The Meadow Literary and Art Journal 2011

As If by Suzanne Roberts You fell into her, where the world balances its light and shadow. As if it happened in your sleep, and you were peering out a small crack in the window to a corner of wind-feathered sea. Like the sun, submerged in a wet horizon— the red after. Just out of sight, but you can’t pull your eyes from the absence. Still looking, not seeing. 58 theMeadow

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