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DISTANCE
Suddenly June catches her breath,
wakes reeling from the vertiginous
blurred curvature of the earth,
its unappeasable distance
where she hangs, voiceless.

Below, lines of silver
slowly pull into focus,
she sees three rivers.

These rivers are survivors
coursing through canyons
of beasts and wild flowers,
like blood through veins.

They carry her with them.
This isn’t a dream.

Editor's Note: Published with kind permission of the author.