I wrapped you in a sheet
falling through the clouds
impenetrable likeness—
This morning two
clematis colored purple
mourning hung in tandem
off a vine that seemed stripped:
where did the flowers
from past years’ growths
when the bounty was lush
disappear to—
and still there was hope
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Susan Isla Tepper is a twenty years published writer in all genres. Her current project is an Off-Broadway Play on the subject of art and life.
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