| Looking
we took walks
in moonlight
in another time
he and I
we wished on stars
that had long ago died
we never spoke of the past
we put it in a dusty room
hid it under sheets
and blocked the door
but there it is
like a mud brick
baked under the sun
now we cannot look away
we look at it
and at each other
and we can find nothing to say
- Summer Lopez
| Summer grew up in
Southern California. She now lives in Ghana, and has had her work published
previously in California Quarterly. |
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