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Carolyn Miller: By the Time
the light reaches us, more are dead, more living rooms are broken open to the street, more ornamented buildings are destroyed. By the time we wake here on the coast, another guided missile has locked on to its target, another bomb has fallen on an ancient port, another dying child is carried in her mother’s arms. By the time the light reaches us, empty sunflower fields are pitted with more craters. Soon another night will begin, slowly at first, then all at once.
Copyright 2022 Carolyn Miller. Carolyn Miller’s publications include Light, Moving (Sixteen Rivers Press, 2009) and Route 66 and its Sorrows (Terrapin Books, 2017). She lives in San Francisco.
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Wonderful poem by a knockout writer.
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I completely agree, Jerry!
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