by Rae Rozman

Eulogy for arrival

Show me the lights
where, among them, she is waiting:
a tiny speck of heat
in a dark green truck
in the cell phone lot
at the Baltimore airport.

Show me the lights
of a sprawling city
where, out in the dark places,
home is waiting.
Where hyacinths rest
on a cluttered table
where a purple quilt
will warm my nights.

Show me the lights
growing brighter every second.
Show me the marvels
of hello.



is not the opposite of

and (into) can mean
)out of(
depending on where you stand

There isn’t a vase lined with gold
that makes our shattering beautiful.

But that doesn’t mean it isn’t.


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