Kerri Sonnenberg

in time for


to lie between

nor was

her figure

the word for


where the fish had withdrawn

her house emerged

contours each

jagged water


morning with required hours

shadows empty

the chimneys

Europe stood between

had darling

forgotten when

voices woke

at roses

random left

the garden

the unacted sky

from which she revived

as dear

from night

buttoning up his coat

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