Smelling the Wind
by Audre Lorde
Rushing headlong
into new silence
your face
dips on my horizon
the name
of a cherished dream
riding my anchor
one sweet season
to cast off
on another voyage
No reckoning allowed
save the marvelous arithmetics
of distance
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2 comments:
beautiful. Have a great weekend!
As all good poems should be, the ending is wonderfully ambiguous!
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