Poem January 10, 2011 Issue

New light

Suzanne Goewert

We never really went there—
to discord, disease, or danger
dismay, loose ends, or anger
out into the cold
all alone.
We never even chose to go
even when push seemed to come to shove.
We never really left this Love.

— Suzanne Goewert

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