Gazing through time and memories
Up you went on the swingset
through the summer afternoon
warm with the droning of bees, a
gulf didn’t gape between us then
Water was just water, not
a thing you could drown in
by Rosalie Hendon. Broken glass spills into constellations on the sidewalk It glitters in the afternoon sun fierce and beautiful too sharp to touch To walk here is to pray Let me not be cut Let me not break