Always and Forever

Always and Forever

Blood is blood, and dying, dying. You think
there’s never been a darker time, and yet
always and forever a woman bends

and moans over the dead. So let’s turn off
the dreaded news of what’s not new, and step
outside where the full naked moon is cupped

in a black branch hand. And while we can,
dance with me beneath the cold sky
and a billion stars we’ll never understand.

By Elizabeth Tibbetts, Hope

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