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5:00 am
for ld

5:00 am on the bus
i see the moon, white and waning
so deliciously incomplete

and wish the world filtered
muted and grey
for its loss

to honor you with every breath
for I can not yet will myself to stop

and with age
i will heal like bones
a burning reminder
in certain mornings
in certain motions
of those limbs, long ago broken

On cold days
I will feel you in my lungs


Sarah Zaranek

This poem is appearing in the Poetry Journal
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