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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