The rain tonight sends Everyone to their houses. Our fingertips and Faces turned up, we Walk, side-by-side, to my car Beneath the damp trees.
Greta Unetich
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I’d tell you that I Feel small without you, that my Throat hurts without you.
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Outskirts of Ithaca, New York If you find the small Gold heart in the grass once more, Keep it for yourself.
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Three Haikus: The Blue Hill of Forget-Me-Nots
by Greta Unetich November 29, 2021For Maddie East Aurora, New York At the crossroads of Girdle and Porterville, I Open the window And shout, “I love you!” To the…
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06/27/2021-07/10/2021 At the ends of my heartstrings, a couple of stars hang in space. – Getting ready for bed together— A sacred thing. In the…
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06/05/2021-06/18/2021 In the thick of the second summer, The smell of rain hangs high in the air, close to the clouds next to my open…
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On some distant horizon, Or the white clouds of my dreams, You passed by me, Wrapped like stars. The whole forest was still; the moon…
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Last December looked like this too. Snow fell underneath the streetlights, Negative noise. The snow on the ground made the night look brighter than it…
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A sliver above and interlude of Heaven— A sound from beyond memory mourns out loud in the dark and silver-storming night.
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For Analog— I wrote for miles until there were no voices. The silence was broken by echoes from above, Spilling through stained glass clouds.
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