by Luminita Suse

I am not afraid of dying
but us not being together anymore
frightens me

or sitting by the grape vine
on a bench in someone else’s dream

quartz buds bursting from my arms
too heavy to lift the glass
to your lips

wine coagulating into sand grapes
in heart’s sandglass

Honourable Mention in Open Heart Poetry Contest,
organized by The Ontario Poetry Society

Published in Open Heart 4, Anthology of Canadian Poetry, Beret Days Press, 2010

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