Aurora 2021 Mag

Lydia Ingram

And arrived entirely too late to our own meeting I should go; you aren’t here. These aren’t you. And they aren’t me, either—not any more. We signed an armistice and drew a new borderline On either side of which we are afraid of our own furtive glances And we say that this isn’t a No Man’s Land, it’s okay To cross and parlay every once in a while But I know we laid landmines and marked them for ourselves: “Front toward enemy,” facing our own directions. I could step off; one day, I’ll step off And apply the weight that will suspend me with you. But not today. Today I will walk briskly past the door.

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