The sky is waiting, archival ink print, 2012, with: Leighana Waight

The sky is waiting

To know where you are

What is too much to say.

I see you?

I see you on the sidewalk. I see

you in your tee shirt. I see you in the water.

I see the rebar in the concrete through your ribs

I do not see you separate.

What is too much to say What is too much to say

To save you. To save me from_____.

To .

They are saying your name collectively.

The voices left open to the lit and unlit sky.

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