All of our blunders
our scarlet miscalculations
drop like debris,
fuselage plummeting
when Quietus
buys the seat
beside us
Mid-air, my love,
we meet
at last
Immortal blue above
boundless patterns
of geo-green
and brown
beneath
And we are
cast in robes
of amaranthine
In the eternal in-between
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The Finale for She & He and for the month of April. On the 3rd day of National Poetry Month, a narrative began with the poem Quake. As many writers will tell you, it felt like the characters had taken me hostage and bid me write their story, so I spent this past month chained to my laptop in exchange for coffee and the by-line. If you have not read the story of She & He, feel free to click on the above link to Quake and scroll through the poems. To those who have been reading throughout the month – many thanks! ~Jilly
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