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looking backward (a sign during the day)

night is a stranger that

shouts the door down

 

and revisits me on an

evening news rerun and

black ticker tape flash

stuck on infinite loop--

 

a crisis of light that

peels back to reveal

only a dark tower sky...

 

looking into its sundial

shadow I am reminded

 

quickly of the time and

that mine will always be

considered a land apart.

◄ paths home

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Comments

elPintor

Sun 30th Jul 2017 23:47

You're too kind, Colin..thanks, all, for reading.

Rachel

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Sat 29th Jul 2017 09:16

so good

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