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Horizon
by Roberta Greifer
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Weeks after my sister died without a reason
I took long barren walks every morning Through Philadelphia where in spite of myself, I gazed up at the sky, hoping I would find her In a shroud-like cloud. But the sky, a blind glass Eye, looked back at me without comprehension, And that year was mostly cloudless and obscenely Blue. Perhaps I was looking for God in His vastness But He wasn’t there. Perhaps the sky was the Siamese twin of the earth, joined at an invisible Horizon, this earth with its extended families of Plants and cold-hearted rocks, their faces Mirroring the faces of the strangers who attended Her sudden funeral. I believe I am the only one Who mourns her, the sister who cried and still Cries each time I run a finger over my photo of Her holding her yellow-eyed cat. Fourteen years Later, I stare up at a California night sky full of So-called heavenly bodies, but no star stares back. |
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