ROOM:10.25
Late Grief
by Nan Cohen
One rusty star on the sidewalk.
A change of seasons: I have stepped into a room you cannot enter.
Corrupted planet.
A door closed on summer banged open.
Intimations of fall (same root as intimate! you would want to know)
It’s the air hinting to me, not you. The leaves whispering to me not you The sun shining on me
Not you
Bibliography and External Links
- Nan Cohen is the author of two books of poems and the chapbook Thousand-Year-Old Words (2021). She is a past recipient of a Wallace Stegner Fellowship, a Rona Jaffe Writers’ Award, and an NEA Fellowship. She teaches high school in Los Angeles and co-directs the poetry programs of the Napa Valley Writers’ Conference.
- Email: nancohen@gmail.com
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