Grief Process, or the Function of Light as an Indicator of Time

The trajectory pushes me towards.
Trajectory: a push towards

(the sky became bright)

from bluish-grey
to sky blue, sun blue, light blue
with white clouds.

Trajectory: like wind.

Wind on white clouds.

The morning is still.
I looked up, and the sky had become bright.

A small shock.
The small shock of time.
Time as a small shock

takes the form of

a small shock.

 

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The Landscape We Left on Each Other is out of print from The Blasted Tree Store.

Featured by The Blasted Tree: October 8, 2018


Lauren Elle DeGaine

Contributing Author


The Landscape We Left on Each Other by Lauren Elle DeGaine is a Blasted Tree collection of poetry.

ISBN [Digital]: 978-1-987906-37-0

Cover Design by Kyle Flemmer

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