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From the archives — Thirst — Mary Alexandra Agner
Thirst
There is no help
for a blue sky,holding out your hand
to the wrong manat the right time,
to underestimatingthe breadth and depth
of your own thirst.You cannot take back
the sweat of his palmon your tongue, one night
stand he’ll never believe.You will never change
the color of the sky.Search though you might,
amuck in pressingthe boundaries of your lungs,
your life, what luckyou have collected,
you will always thirst.It’s genetic.
It’s inculcated.It’s a blessing.
Drink deepand never be filled
because it is the surpriseof yourself, unsung,
that will waterthe roots of the rest
of your days.by Mary Alexandra Agner
from Autumn Sky Poetry Number 8, December 2007
Photo by Christine Klocek-Lim
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