Rendezvous
The pomegranate fuse
of dusk on the wall
behind you — and you —
within — like a secret side
of the sky . . .
What do I believe?
I won’t find it beyond
this room.
And when I said oh, god,
I was not mistaken.
By Lisa Russ Spaar
Recipient of the 2011 Carole Weinstein Poetry Prize
Reprinted by permission of Persea Books
from Satin Cash by Lisa Russ Spaar.
Copyright © 2008 by Lisa Russ Spaar.
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