Still Life 4
Here is a pile of too-small shoes:
the previous selves of two little girls. I miss them.
These register as losses.
Here is light arriving whole, sudden –
to illumine such common things:
another brick of butter,
soft enough to be finger-poked all over
by two little girls,
a red and white striped bowl
of snow-white flour.
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Sarah Swan is from Winnipeg, but currently lives in Yellowknife, NWT. She is a former medic with the Canadian Armed Forces, a homeschooling mom, and a freelance fine arts writer. Her publication credits include the Winnipeg Free Press, Canadian Art, Galleries West, Studio Magazine, and Macleans’ Magazine. At one time, Sarah was also a poet, having published a book of poems titled Rapture Red and Smoke Grey with Turnstone Press in 2001. She is happy, and relieved, to be writing poetry again.
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