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How to Remember

Heat is invisible but rises,

like the memory of a tree

streams off the orange

you hold in your hand.

That orange was true

as a photograph –

it really happened.

(Remember?)

I believe in love

and the way it leaves you –

a particle and a wave –

until the source is gone

and you’re out like a light.

Goodnight. Turn to the cool

outer edge of the sheet.

The ceiling heat stroked

by the sleepy fan.

The smell of orange blossoms

thickening the dark.

from Poetry Northwest 05.1 Spring & Summer 2010More by Sierra Nelson from the library

Copyright © Sierra Nelson
Used with the permission of the author
on behalf of Poetry Northwest.

Published in Poems Sierra Nelson

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