It has been a good year or so since a Steve Scafidi poem really broke my heart, but the ending of this one really hit me in the face last night. It is like a hammer, Steve Scafidi, it is.
And what good is a dream finally? It breaks your heart
and you stand in the lush dark of the moment after twilight
ends and begins to sing and nothing makes sense to you
and you sing louder for a while, then awkwardly sit down
where you are. And the stars overhead shine a little--no more
or less than usual--and whether it is daylight and they are invisible
or whether it is night and they are the embers of a blacksmith's
fire, they shine and you are grateful. That love is like a hammer.
-"The Sublime."
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