Sarah Rosenblatt - Poetry

Reprinted with permission of the author.
    The sun didn't shine again. As usual most people were living by
    the seats of their pants. Nights were clear and the stars
    still made their point. Sneezes were under no one's jurisdiction.
    Subsisting, as we do, without enough time to finish each gesture, life's important questions are put aside again.
    Meanwhile, the architecture builds around us
    and we have little to say about what is put up.
    The changes in the terrain are incorporated quietly.
    No one keeps tabs on the night-light or just how many shadows 
    are in the kitchen
    when the orange street lights shine through the lace curtains.

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