12 April 2023
Unceded Lək̓ʷəŋən land
Dear Poemgranates,
This spring is hesitant, still reminiscing rain in its cherry blossoms. Perhaps there is no such thing as a poetics of parting. For three years, we’ve written back and forth, shared a fruit that opens to reveal teeth. I should know this.
The next chapter will inherit the joy of this one, its laughter stained deep with pomegranates. You will hear from me soon, and perhaps the very soft chime of sand in a cerise hourglass.
And, oh, I saved you the fruit, the last quarter.
Ever yours,
ALHS
The Poemgranates Archive 