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Sarah Spang
Poems
Aug 2017
Another Time, Another Face
In this moment, I love the face of a dead man,
Repeated by chance in the guise of a stranger.
His lips quirk the same way in
Sweet sarcasm,
And in that moment,
Three years beneath the earth scatters,
Ashes to the wind.
And you are here.
His shoulders span the same width
And I know- cupped in my
Needful, grasping palms-
Their touch before I even
Pass a phrase to their owner.
I know, his abrasiveness is softened from a scour
To a pleasant heat
And those who hate it
Love him fiercely, unreasonably, and unquestioningly.
I know this
And yet this man
Is nothing more than a mirage left
In the wake of a fire storm.
After the remnants of goose-flesh have failed to leave my skin
I'll take it.
#grieving
Written by
Sarah Spang
28/F/Philadelphi, Pennsylvania
(28/F/Philadelphi, Pennsylvania)
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