by Eleanor Lerman
Spring, summer. Oh come again Lay wide open the bright new world then close it up with flowers
if only for one more season Why not? I have lived long enough to be sentimental. To be permitted to awaken
in June, rested, ready, alive. Oh come again: days when the sun lives like a friend and there is always more. See the door that has
been left open to the house on the path by the river: yes, there is always more. I remember it so and I demand that it be returned to me
Though of course, somewhere beyond the sky a force to be reckoned with clocks in and reads the notes that were left behind
An eyebrow is raised, a finger is lifted, which puts into play unimaginable forces I imagine them anyway. Night falls, stars fall
This is all real now and I know it Make time stop is not one of the spells that has been cast upon me but others have
I will open my book now and I will read them. Stars fall. Doors open Away, away
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