She Runs in Silver
She runs in silver like an arctic fox
(No, that’s not right)
She walks inside colors
Rains out games and lovers
(Still not quite it either)
She is not she or they or he or it
She is a nebula
(No, she isn’t)
She stands on my window
Invisible, a sylph, not a siren
Her secret, silent and just out of reach
© 2024 Annette Sugden
Annette Sugden is a poet whose work has appeared in poeticdiversity, Gentle Strength Quarterly,, and more. She’s lived in Seattle, London, and Los Angeles. Annette currently resides outside of Phoenix with her partner, Michael, their three dogs, and two cats.
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