Poetry by Heather Sager
I remember that June
when we went walking.
The day stayed up late.
The orange orb floated high in the sky.
And you, dear, were walking
by my side.
You told me you’d
keep me company.
You knew I walked often
alone.
And the warm warm sky glowed
though it was getting late,
and we saw the busy summer street,
the lush summer trees.
We went around the pond
three times, talking.
Sunrays illumined your red shirt
and your wide eyes.
And the sun carried us,
together, into the nighttime.
Heather Sager lives in Illinois where she writes poetry and fiction. Her most recent work appears in The Orchards, Fahmidan Journal, Magma, Red Eft, Version (9), The Bosphorus Review of Books, Shabd Aaweg Review, The Fabulist, Willows Wept, and more.
