Hope after by Richard Blanco EMILY TWITCHELL Hope—a new constellation Circulating above the miscommunicating misunderstanding neighborhoods of our existence too distant to flip a moment but close enough to change a course. A constellation hidden by the overpowering lights in the sky constantly proclaimed invisible by the glare of the afternoon sun and the sirens of cop cars racing down dark suburban streets A new constellation— One that can twist and run into the tips of hair blowing in a train car wind or the soft tap of shoes digging into a plastered sidewalk. One that provides moments of simplicity, found when least expected or desired and one that provides moments of breath, even when already drowned in an unwanted truth.
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