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  • Writer's pictureJessica Lee McMillan

New Ceilings

Updated: Apr 9

Image by JL McMillan

We watch the trees

for the give and take.

Our eyes cup the weight

of leaves,

the deaths that make

new ceilings

When the heart breaks,

it is as spacious

as when full,

as rip current takes

while the shore expands.

As you grow from my hand

you wane, a moon brightening the other side.

We let the ebb

unburden our hands

when the bloom

is husked by the fruit.

There’s a grief to every joy

when we watch the trees.


Jessica Lee McMillan ©

Published in Blank Spaces Magazine, December 2021

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