Night, Cyan

Night, Cyan

Young woman,

come

and sit with us ghosts of wisdom
on the veranda
under the shelter
of a night sky

that is cyan
and purple
in color.

Forget the shadows of his arms
Instead
feel the darkness of a summer night
as crickets in their chorus
begin to share with you
all the messages
you really needed to hear
in life,
not the sour and harsh messages
you heard
about how your body
wasn’t good enough or used enough


Heather Sager lives in Illinois. Her poetry has most recently appeared in SandpiperThe Wild WordRemington ReviewCacti FurThird WednesdayCircleShowAriel Chart, and Northwest Indiana Literary Journal. Heather also writes short fiction.

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