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Laure-Anne Bosselaar: Dusk
is music tonight — it loiters in long shadows, its notes dim the street, star the sky — even the mockingbird’s call is all melancholy. I stand outside the kitchen in a wistful disposition too — it’s the death of a day, after all. Yet, while time takes its time to steal the light, another music stirs, as if memory’s notes had escaped their staff, & the past came to sing beside me of its ordinary moments — slight & lit, painless & tender. Brief blessings. So I slide my hands deep into my apron pocket, listen for a long while to what is now a melody in a minor key, & welcome it in for the night. I’m getting good at listening. I’m getting good at this. -- Copyright 2022 Laure-Anne Bosselaar. First published in Pedestal, issue 89 Laure-Anne Bosselaar's many books include These Many Rooms published by Four Way Books.
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Yes, Laure-Anne, you are getting spectacular at this!
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Yes, she is!
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Love it
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This poem is like a deep sigh–
“slight & lit, painless & tender”–Beautiful in its attention to “Brief blessings” ❤️
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Yep!
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Laurie-Anne:
You never fail to write a poem to live with and by.
Thankyou,
Sean
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Thanks, Sean!
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How kind of you, Sean!
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