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  • The Manner of Your Leaving
  • Jane Sasser (bio)

Inevitable as rain, as evening’s purple reach, as a season’s slow turn. You were never really ours. Flash of orange ribbon against our flannel brown, indigo bunting among sparrows, you were pulled by the world’s song. Parables and hymns slid across your skin, pooled at your reckless feet. You were a child of grace, though not of the kind the preacher meant. We knew you would go, asked only for a moment of your heart, but you danced out that door unchaperoned in the dead of night, clasping all laughter in your bangled arms. Oh, you were always leaving, leaving us not even crumbs of your scarlet euphoria, merely dawn breaking monochromatic, gray tree limbs hanging weighted with gray fog. [End Page 174]

Jane Sasser

Jane Sasser is a Fairview, North Carolina, native who teaches at Oak Ridge High School in Tennessee and is the author of two poetry books.

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