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02.16.17 Posted in today's words by

Heather Minette’s most recent poem to appear here was “Return” (December 2016)

By Heather Minette

Swallowing a cry,
I closed his front gate behind me,
and from his bedroom window he watched,

as I looked to the night sky
and witnessed a speck of silver,

A silent confirmation.
A reflection.
A finale.

We, too, fell from above,
entered the earth’s atmosphere,
and burned.

2 Responses to “Falling”

  1. Cuts to the quick! Beautiful.

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