This Isn't Your Poem (poem)

She claimed its syllables

When they boomeranged

From her aching

To mine

And back again, and again

This poem is still being written

It gathers

Clarity

Precision

Light

With each expanding orbit

You would weep

To witness the love, the freedom

It circumscribes

But be cheered

Her poem

(a miracle in this war-torn landscape)

Has sisters aplenty

Longing to be yours

Say yes?