3 poems by Emma Lee

Stitching America

(for Gloria)

It started at Kansas, roughly centre,
and two strands of blue for back stitches:

the calm, smooth line of a river.
At each stitch, it felt as if she was by my side

instead of undergoing another round of treatment.
Her remission had been short-lived.

The map spread north from Wichita to the Canadian border
and west to Seattle and south to San Francisco, grew major cities

and landmarks: Mount Rushmore, the Golden Gate Bridge.
They triggered memories of holidays...

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