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Fiction and poetry
To a Friend Who is Sad and Far Away
Imagine I am bringing you raspberries, fresh picked
the perfume snuggling around corners
under doorways, sweet heady, already with you
before you even have a chance to open the door
to deep jewel tones. Imagine each gift
on your tongue, abundant.
Imagine the scaffolding did not collapse, your colleagues
agreed with your plan, the judge ruled in your favour.
Imagine you won a Fulbright, the diagnosis wrong,
your daughter allowed
to live with you the rest of your days.
Imagine the man you loved, loved you.
Then imagine me in the rows of raspberry canes
I shuffle leaves, turn my body upside down
to find the still ripe.
I tender lift each glow from the vine
where it has grown because
of how the earth moves, how the sun
leans in and someone’s great care.
Imagine I am thinking of you.
Know that this is true.
Deborah Bacharach is the author of After I Stop Lying (Cherry Grove Collections, 2015). She received a 2020 Pushcart honourable mention and has been published in journals such as The Adroit Journal, Poetry Ireland Review, Vallum, The Carolina Quarterly, and The Southampton Review among many others. She is an editor, teacher and tutor in Seattle.