|Amie Sharp||The 2River View, 8.4 (Summer 2004)|
They'll fade discordantly,
to an afterlife of charred red.
by more than our passed days,
we've stitched one to another.
We know they'll have mornings
then their frail necks will collapse
they're triumphant in survival,
unwittingly bending under our desire
Later, we'll collect the broken
to this day. Right now, we watch
and above for sunlight, and renew
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