Sarabande Poem by Norma Cole

Sarabande



"and then looks at
the stars" from the
bed in the ambulance

looks up at boughs of
trees shifting quickly
lit in blackness

blackening soft, deep
siren's song—she died
several times that night

and only in the weeks
to come started and
started to come back

then forward which is
real life

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