Sarah Jane Black Poems

WE think.
We are not mindless,
Yet somehow we sneak into the pretense
That we are.
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FREE WINGS BURN UP THE SKIES.
I once flew up to the cloud
That kissed the top of the mountain above my house.
I expected to explode in purple, orange and red because that was the color the cloud was made from the sun.
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The vow wasn't long or tainted with
Words dripped and clad of false enamor
They were tattoos -
Small scrawlings scuttled across my chest.
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She stares in the mirror—
This girl with multi-hued hair
This girl with bluebell eyes that
Subtly shift colors with the colors she
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I could no longer wait-
The wait for those months kept
Weaving into the
Pattern of an endless
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She always knew the world was there—
A constant drum beating in her inconsistent life
Who she didn't know, was, Right.

Right was beaming on her like the full
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Her wings were folded.
They seemed to be white
but from my view on
The ground, they were
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I found her in 1944
She was tall and could
Easily be mistaken for a man
If looked at from behind
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Her hair-
Knots.
She knows that
she has forgotten
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Come.
Resting peacefully
I come.
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