Late

And now, in the afternoons, the ache
and blaze of sunlight before it’s doused,
quick as the tremor I remember: what
passed your lips one day when you
declared: I fell in love a long time ago.
There’s always that moment when I am
startled by the darkness of the sky; then
farther out, the sudden closeness of stars.

Luisa A. Igloria
11 08 2011

In response to an entry from The Morning Porch.

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