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For weeks you were the hem of a / black coat, a voice down the hall.

I didn't expect you in one piece, / something concrete.

 
 

 

The Plane Crash

By Sibbie O'Sullivan

Alliances were made today.

Seventy-one feared dead

and I saw you at the bus stop.

People becoming a head  a hand

a hat.

 

For weeks you were the hem of a 

black coat, a voice down the hall.

I didn't expect you in one piece,

something concrete.

 

Thee is no way to go around you or

over or under you.

I must drown in that river again.

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Sibbie O'Sullivan is a writer who lives in Wheaton, MD. She writes poems, plays, and essays. She teaches in the Honors Program at the University of Maryland, College Park.  Link to Other Poems

 

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