TUESDAY: Focus

BY CHARLENE JONES

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The sap of the world
tonight etches
down and out the bare limb
that stretches
to an empty sky.

We wonder why the seasons
why as though reason
alone sustains our shattered myths
when what we long for consists of this—

a warm hug, one who says, “Never mind,
between us, the warmth, the sun
and don’t look at the empty sky.”

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