Sarah White Verse-Virtual 2018 February

February 2018

Long retired from college French teaching, I live in New York City, and divide my time between painting and writing. This is the last poem in my newest collection, to one who bends my time (Deerbrook Editions, 2017)

Last Maxim

Choose, from a calendar
of some past year, an hour
or minute
to live again—whatever’s in it.

Take, from a hundred miles
you’ve traveled,
any quarter-mile and lay it
on the road ahead.

Come to a familiar place,
maybe a shadowed valley,
only this time it will charm you
as if it were a Paradise.

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