The Handless Maiden (by Lucy Campbell)
I wish you could stop being dead
so I could talk to you about the light… and you
could tell me again how the light of late
afternoon is so different from the light
of morning
so I could talk to you about the light… and you
could tell me again how the light of late
afternoon is so different from the light
of morning
from “Oma”
Naomi Ruth Lowinsky
