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2/20/2021

POETRY: CASSANDRA CERVI

RESTORATION
 
the morning sky behind my office building 
was a fading orange:
an old painting before restoration,
colors hidden 
behind clouds
 
it was the type of orange 
I could almost taste:
the cloudy memory of my Nonna’s knotted knuckles
peeling oranges 
in the golden hour glow of 
lazy 
summertime afternoons
 
the type of orange
I could almost hear:
the distant creak of my Nonna’s
backyard swing’s
rusting hinges
 
I walked through the
orange haze
into the office, 
where there were no orange tastes or orange sounds
just walls 
too white to hold 
anything at all
 
when I left,
the sun was long set,
its morning colour, already a memory
I’ll never
quite
restore.
​THE OTHER SIDE
 
we fell in love
outside
 
legs
swinging
out of tree branches
whispering wonderings about the ancient history of its bark,
about the long-lit office building windows on the
 
other side
 
of the river
that carried ducks and swans and geese
and tissues and
plastic bags and
empty vodka bottles and
fast food trash
 
our first date
we snuck onto the city
train tracks
one side overlooking the
sunlight-adorned stream, the
autumn leaves falling like slow tears the
 
other side
 
overlooking
a parking lot
 
we walked through
a forest with no path
beside ourselves
with our discovery
chattering about how more people should
fall in love
outside
 
until
we came upon
a deer
eyes wild with panic,
limbs entangled in
plastic Halloween decorations
Cassandra is a Strategist at a marketing agency in Toronto, having graduated with an Honors Specialization in Creative Writing and a Master of Media from the University of Western Ontario. She has been published with eMpower Magazine, The Feminine Collective, Beautiful Losers Magazine, Pip Magazine, The Impressment Gang and Synaerisis Press. While studying at Western, she published a literary and arts zine to raise money to support the International Planned Parenthood Federation. She currently serves on the editorial board for Room Magazine and is always looking for new ways to connect with and serve her community through the arts. Twitter and Instagram: @cassandracervi

 
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