Ellen Rachlin Poems

Sometimes the sun takes hours to shut down;
I go slower.
In that expansion of a celestial tilting,
I go slower.
...

is larger than now, certainly
than angels, the heft of talismans,
any pain or truth,
and more miraculous than miracles,
...

Theory cannot be tangible fact
like driving on I-95 to get to a lecture
on supernovae with pictures
of white dwarfs sucking mass,
...

We are together in a galaxy called Loss.
Because I know nothing other than time and place
and where to go to speak with you,
I invented one for you.
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On the plaza, between four building markers
a man in bright uniform wields
the tools of his trade: broom and bag.
He leans in to gather tissues marked with tears,
...