When Meeting t̲h̲e̲ ̲o̲t̲h̲e̲r̲ | Paulann Petersen


When Meeting the other

Given arms, the sun 
would choose to grow many.
Having many narrow arms,
the sun would—at each limb’s end— 
flare into a palm and fingers,
into the curves made for reaching.

Extremities of flame, of shine.
Hands that carry enough 
heat and light to give away.

Be that sun. One small sun.

                       —Paulann Petersen


Kindle, Mountains and Rivers Press, 2008


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