She cannot undo her summer
of lapsed attention in exotic
lands sledding downhill and
drinking sparkling lime tinged
with juniper a miraculous
invisible line of “but” “yet” and
“though” traces a path from
forehead to willing heart
without doubt without abandon
mingling with the bitter things
that make her mouth hard
to know the slow travel of
an ordinary life among the humid
evening hours She proceeds
to talk strikingly about the shame
of being unfathomable suspended
on ribbons of blue smoke between
her previous life and the next
(c) 2018, by Hannah Six
Image: Cyprus (public domain)
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