Night-Blooming Cereus
It wakes
us to say
to bloom
once is
not nothing.
Night
Once in a while ––
sparks
between people ––
so stars
can see
everything
they’re missing.
The Past
Stuff happened
there. I can’t
talk about it.
Even the best
helicopters
can’t lift
us from what
we did there.
Andrea Cohen is the author of eight poetry collections, including, most recently, The Sorrow Apartments. She lives part-time in Wellfleet.
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