Sarah? He asks on the street by the Rucker library
I look bewildered. No, not Sarah
You look so much like her!
Dark? Pretty? Young?
We never met
But recently it has been happening again—over and over
So many times
In Spanish and in other tongues—
Fatima? Esperanza? Rachel?
Who are they now?
Grey! Rumpled! Doughy!
We are a sisterhood across decades and barricades
The Sarahs by the library of now
Beauty behind, light ahead


