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- Heather Sager (U.S.A.)


I look up at clouds in the sky’s canal,

one cloud corner lit by setting sun,

and the leafy tree crowns hang over

as I walk straight up the middle

of the street


Even though the sky still has its light,

the blue among drifting clouds,

the houses are dark, quiet,

as if a dark shadow

has fallen over them


The air bleeds chilly onto skin,

a solo raindrop falls

from a tree, and I walk lightly

upon the earth,

so light I am scared


I crane my

neck to clouds and in my heart

I search. Someone I deeply love

is no longer part of my life. This person-sized rupture

makes my world frightening.

I drift up the street, ready to detach

like a fall leaf.