And Then There's You

Between then and now:
a red cliff, blackberry clouds
and my mother, licking the thread
for better travel through the needle.

Sometimes it's like this -

angel heads and voices calling deep
into my memory. A whir of everything
I thought I knew, and then there's you
in your old pajamas, licking your teeth

I pass right through.

Penny Greenwell

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