by Meg Smith
A world's blue haze
spoke of hope —
"No planet can save you now,"
on being pushed into a closet.
Only, no one talked of planets.
I didn't need a telescope.
I stood in a dark field.
I breathed a summons —
"I know you're there."
© 2020 Meg Smith
Meg Smith is a poet, writer,
journalist, dancer and events
producer living in Lowell, Mass. Her poems have appeared in The
Cafe Review, Pudding, Poetry
Horror Zine, Silver Blade, Raven Cage, The Blue Hour Anthology, and
Her most recent poetry books, This
Scarlet Dancing and Dear
Ghost, are available on Amazon. She welcomes visits to
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