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Slow Fade

A poem about friendship

Photo by Fleur on Unsplash

~after Anne Michaels

Time emanates from our selves,
our bodies bundles of yarn, unspooling.
The sky yawns overhead like an inverse cave,
a womb of light calling us to crane our necks
and feel homesick for stars.

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Jay Sizemore

Jay Sizemore

Provocative truth teller, author of 19 poetry collections. Cat dad. Dog dad. Currently working from Portland, Oregon. Learn more at: Jaysizemore.com.

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