Poetry of Love, Resistance, & Solidarity

If I could touch the Milky Way
my hands could learn how sparks ignite.
I could learn the language of darkness.

If I could touch the sound of crickets
history of autumn would resound.

If I could touch November moonlight
I could prophesize the winter’s course.
I could stack woodpiles under the eaves.

If I could touch my distant lover
our breath would be the river’s mist.

— Denise Low

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Comments on: "149. To the Stars Through Difficulties: Denise Low" (1)

  1. johnny said:

    Lovely

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