#SUNDAYPOETRY - JANUARY, PART I
- Jaye Benoit
- Apr 18, 2016
- 1 min read
I
IN HEAVEN’S CRADLE
THERE IS A PHOTOGRAPH OF FOUR OF US SURROUNDING A TREE IN A PARK
IN THE ALBERTA WINTER, FLAT LANDS, A PARK EMPTY OF PLAY
WHITE AND WHITE AND GRAY, SEPARATED BY A ROW OF TREES, OF EARTH.
WHEN BODIES CANNOT FAKE THE MOTIONS SEPARATED
WHEN FACES CANNOT FACE ANOTHER
WHEN WE ARE STRIPPED OF OURSELVES, LATER TO BECOME OURSELVES
THE ENDING IS ONE WE CAN ALL LOOK UPON
THE WAY BACK IS A PLACE WE DON’T REMEMBER.

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