The day dawns on and undoes us

The wet sand and sweat that mortared 

our hands since dusk scorched

and mouldered to dust. Still

 

sunlight can’t unlight 

a candle once lit— it 

   can only conceal

it— can steal thunder, not

 

flame. An untamed ember

glints in your eyes, as I watch you 

watching the sun rise. You won’t

 

look me in mine — you won’t 

let me let you immolate me.

Published online September 19 2017.

Andrew Eastman holds a 4-year BA in Creative Writing from the University of Winnipeg. His poetry has been featured in the Winnipeg Free Press, Juice, rip/torn, and CV2. While poetry is his primary art form, Andrew is also the co-founder of Synonym Art Consultation, a local arts initiative in Winnipeg that is committed to providing unique and meaningful opportunities to artists in all mediums.


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This piece was published in ‘Convergence,’ the Summer 2017 issue of CV2.

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