November 2022
Sarah White
sarahwhitepages@gmail.com
Bio Note: I recently made a big move from New York City to a hospitable retirement community in Western Massachusetts, a part of the world I’ve always liked and still do. VV’ers who come to come check it out will find me writing poems and painting the fall colors or painting poems and writing the fall colors.

The Weight of It

This 
I said to my friend 
is not the worst thing
that has  
happened to me

. . . only 
about a seven 
out of ten.
She handed me

a dress 
and a simple necklace. 
Put these on
she said. 

You don’t even
know yet 
what This is 
let alone 
how to compare it
with something else.

I learned
what This was 
and now know its weight
on a scale of loss.

What I don’t know
yet is its weight
on a scale of dream.
©2022 Sarah White
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