Love Letter to Syria by Laura Lauth
The bats cross and recross the dusk.
What they hear is theirs to eat.
Wind chimes admit the many worlds
through. Our key lime comes to bloom.
We’re living here in spring—a blaze
of early East Coast heat. 5,000 miles
away Aleppo burns, burning through.
Fireflies come too soon. In regular
sunlight, something pines for us. Could
something pine for us? How should
terror change me. How to make a
rightness from all you lose, losing.