we pass through the darkening
so resistant, so remote
white sky, white ground, white paper
ice daggers hang from the eves
branches sketch indecipherable glyphs
across a pale sky
thin china cups
gather light in their bowls
behind glass cabinet doors
afloat in deep winter
the cold days, the white days,
the long days
gripping the handle of time
it slices at an angle
that dangerous blade
& Cairo burns
--
sharon brogan
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