yesterday i was walking with a friend in the cold
deep in the kind of conversation that absorbs you completely
and yet can’t be recalled the next day
we were passing an old woman who looked up and cried out
“it’s so light!”
and to me
who claims to suffer all the winter months from darkness
it was like her words lit up the sky
was the light even there before she spoke it?
or must things be named
before they reach my eye?
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