Blackouts and Epiphanies

A Poem by Anon ymous

She watches
a piece of the sky fall to earth.

It’s picked up by a bird.

She feels what a warm breeze might feel like
if she were outside.
if she were in her sundress,
if it were a day in June.

A child pulls a red wagon across the street.
Desire is a memory,

the horizon a crooked line.

The child’s mother runs into the street
takes her hand, leads her back
to the house.

There is a flash of silver in the bird’s beak
as she lands in the nest.

The wagon tips.
The child begins to cry.

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