Ann Pedone

I Have to Believe that the Body Aspires to a Soul

I tell you/there was something about
that woman/her face/undiluted/ lips open/as if
she were waiting/for the sky to come/down on her.
There was something about it that/I needed to know/something
that/I wanted to remember/something/it was
the light/that mattered/this woman/gathered/the light/ held it
in-side of her/I should have/told her this/but I
suspected/myself/what I know/and don’t know of the
world/seemed/immense/I should have told her this/but she
crossed the street/she was/gone/and I had/nothing to do with it.

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