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distant

A flurry of black-winged birds

framed tight against twilight

and the still inside becomes sure..

 

I inhale a deep breath and think

of how it is to be taught of how

things could always be worse.

 

I know that night is coming soon

and I wander back homeward

looking naught but onward

to the light I've left on in my window.

◄ personal psychotron

anomalous ►

Comments

elPintor

Sat 16th Jul 2016 16:32

Thank you so much, David..such a kind word--"beautiful"..

It is odd to me how memories are triggered sometimes and how things we would rather forget keep hold, however faintly, somewhere in the backs of our minds..haunting is an apt description.

elP x

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