Brittany Perham

Three

:what we entered into faithfully,

as the moon’s strict route, as the green’s insistence on the trees.

We believed in ourselves this capacity.

But no water was brought to the coughing one, no pill to the sleepless.

If there is only one hour to mourn, which hour?

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