reasons
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because rain falls up
late at night on my roof
when i think of you
because on gray days
when the sun sleeps
sideways i stay in bed
because the wind has
hands without fingers
that don't fit my gloves
because that river we
flowed on cancelled
heaven for good or
for other reasons like
the last call of our
tossed fate timid by
the time i left and
began breathing again
i realized i'd forgotten
who you are and who
i am and why our we
ever tried to be us
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Poem by Janet Cannon
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Previously published in
Straylight
(University of Wisconsin-Parkside, Kenosha, WI) |
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