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  • Sarah Van Arsdale

April 10, 2022

Prompt: write a love poem.

My addition: after Miklos Radnoti

And still I cannot write about you.

How can I write you a love poem,

while you’re sitting right there in the living room,

legs stretched out in the reading chair,

in the spring cloud-

light skutting over the cold Hudson?

Our home is often drenched in a reassuring silence,

the gravity of your concentration

pulling me earth-ward from the buzzing hum

that keeps driving me dawn to dusk.

And, how can I not write about you,

you, who have become my life?

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