I Imagine a Different Parting,
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We meet one last time—I don't spell out to you the ways in which we've grown apart. The setting is a sandy shore with a sea across so blue we almost forget why we're here. My mind wanders to the Ancients who saw Venus make a five-petalled star around Earth over a span of eight years—a thing it never did. How did the world feel when told it was the center of no one's universe? The sand beneath our feet is warm and malleable, ready to carry us away in opposite directions. Like samaras from a maple we detach, wordlessly— The wind makes wings of our bodies. |
Vismai Rao's poems appear or are forthcoming in Salamander, RHINO, Rust + Moth, Glass: A Journal of Poetry, Pithead Chapel, Psaltery & Lyre, Rogue Agent, SWWIM, & elsewhere. Her work has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize, Best of the Net, and the Orison Anthology. She serves as Poetry Editor for The Night Heron Barks.