Poetry Stories: The Novelist

Chapter 28. Geography that only pretended.

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Aubade

I still want you,

though it hasn’t rained in forever,
and we have lost our sun umbrella.

The road is closed, the one
that leads to the sea,

where no one cares about the rain,
nor the lost umbrella,
nor these words that whisper,

wanting.

—L.L. Barkat, from chapter 28 of The Novelist