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