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Keep your face to the sunshine
and shadows will fall behind you. -- Walt Whitman

Ellipsis (The Between) by Elizabeth Hitchcock

Thursday night,
when she discovered
one week had passed
in two seconds.
She pondered,
scouring a cup in blue.

The moon dawned stiff.
In the window, the cat’s
paws swung wide,
seeking silent phantoms.

She couldn’t blame
the teapot, bursting with pressure.
Circling black birds heralded
another mourning.

The stove light
lost its color.
Burned out
or chilled by
the open door.

She didn’t see the build-up,
blinded watching
flaked snowfall,
waiting for invitations
to lose in another
white envelope.

The Linnets Wings