Sunrise

April 9, 2008
By Katy Haas, Rhodes, MI

We watch the sunrise crawl across the hills
like the creases in the letters that
we’d once hoped to send. Those kind words
flowered in metaphors had
slowly lost their luster.
So we hold up the
notebooks and let
the sun set
them on
fire.


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