what changes
can time have wrought
that would alter
the warm rise
of the breath
beneath these ribs
what years’ erosions
can fade the lines
a heart has drawn
between waiting eyes
and the dawn
no rush of water
no shifting of plates
can recast
the vast fields
of the heart
where forever
lies ever
just there
on the horizon

© Sarah Whiteley

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