[Text ID: I love that instant when an arc of light passes through a room and I’m reminded that everything really is moving. // I love August and its sadness. // I love Sunday for that, too.]
Alex Dimitrov, from Love and Other Poems; “Suddenly, Summer”
[Text ID: There were days I didn’t go out / and days I couldn’t remember. / Sometimes I sat at my desk / watching the trees outside blooming, / as if we had nothing in common. / They had the sun, / I had the sun through a window. / They were beginning, / I was unsure what I was.]