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12.15.16 Posted in today's words by

Heather Minette’s most recent poem to appear here was “Gentle Anarchy” (August 2016) 

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By Heather Minette

Sometimes from these infinite cycles
of lost and found,
there emerges a strange woman
who looks just like me,
conducting the most convincing performance,
when really I am farther from myself
than the stars.

But I am back.

I knew it when I felt a sadness creep in
and I didn’t run from it
but wrote with acceptance,

when I sat in my grandfather’s chair
and really listened to the song about whiskey dreams,

when the shadows of trees came to life
and danced on the pale green walls,

when the children laughed
and I felt their laughter the same way
I feel a rainstorm in my knees,

when the sky was, just for a moment,
the same Kerouac color
it was the afternoon I stood alone
across the world in Damm Square,

when the color blue could seize me.



3 Responses to “Return”

  1. Bobbie Troy says:

    Lovely and emotional. good work.

  2. when the color blue could seize me.

  3. Jeremy Marks says:

    I especially love these lines:

    ‘and I felt their laughter the same way
    I feel a rainstorm in my knees’

    Beautiful and gripping!

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