Near Light

Gina Williams

“In our leisure we reveal what kind of people we are.”
--Ovid

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Remember climbing trees?

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Hands sticky with pitch,
ripped jeans. Spine
curved into a crook.

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Ignoring hurried calls for suppertime
from below,
forgetting the grief down there.

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Soothed
by the tree’s embrace,
sugared sky, singing leaves. 

Praying for wings.