Poetic Sketches
by Marie Bortolotto

1/

how sad!

last flowers of summer
turn their death masks
toward the ashen sky


2/

breathing in
breathing out
each day
a miracle


3/

lost poems --
arriving from nowhere
memory releases them
into the wordless realm


4/

searching for poems --
how many miles have I walked in these shoes?

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