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Brevity

by Amy L. Sargent

This empty year
the patched mattress
between this discussion

and our last
late breakfast
at your scarred table.

Your fingers
spread wings
on my bare neck;

you walked out
to find a knife
for the jam.

Posted in Poetry

3 Responses to “Brevity”

  1. Beth Browne says:

    I love this very evocative poem, the slow pace, the things hinted at, walked around very carefully. Amy’s name sounds familiar. Any chance we could get a short bio? I would love to read more. I’m off to google.

    Wonderful poem, thanks for sharing!!

  2. Beth Browne says:

    Found this on google:

    http://www.sundress.net/wickedalice/sargent.html

    I love Office Hour I, absolutely love it. Keep up the good work, Amy!

  3. thank you, Beth! :) it means a lot!

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