Afternoon
for C. H.
I knew the afternoon was coming to a close—
and it’s all right that you weren’t there with me—
as I made out a star from my window.
But that was fine. There is no afternoon . . .
Brick, a literary journal
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I would like to be a writer who, if I cannot convey things in themselves, captures the air as it touches the world. — Kyo Maclear