From the Plane
It is a soft thing, it has been sifted
from the sieve of space and seems
asleep there under the moths of light.
Cluster of dust and fire, from up here
you are a stranger and I am dropping
through the funnel of air to meet you.
Poem copyright ©2008 by Anne Marie Macari and reprinted from "She Heads into the Wilderness," Autumn House Press, 2008, by permission of Anne Marie Macari.
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Poet Anne Marie Macari
Subjects Relationships, Love
Poetic Terms Free Verse
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SUBJECT Relationships, Love
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