“…I mount the…
tunnel sunken night in search of you.”
~Li-Young Lee
The last time, snow
fell from under the El
tracks like glitter,
like sugar, like fire,
or the rain.
I raised my
hands parallel to the side-
walk, to the tracks, and when
the flakes came, I knew I could
do nothing to hold you.

Married Pairs by Sandra Marchetti

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(Previously published in Whiskey Island)

Photo by David Olimpio