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You will not know.
It is revealed and then hidden.
The curtain goes up, down,
like each season.
You won’t shake ice out of blue sky,
lovers can’t be pulled out of your past
like warm sheets from the dryer.

This is what dusk means, this is what dawn is.

The sun will rise, it will set. So will the moon.
Glaring at them from your window won’t work.
Standing in your front yard, your hands on your hips,

will not change a thing.
Baruch HaShem. Thank G-d
you do not have to move the wires.

You should be busy living.

Rae Rose’s latest work can be found in Lilith Magazine. She lives in Portland, Oregon.


*Previously published in Lilith Magazine.