This is a portrait of backs turned.
It's inspired by windows
on a railcar
passing an anywhere town
where turned backs
the shape of faraway kites
move farthest on windy days.
This is the wall
where a portrait of backs turned
could have been framed,
captioned
by the silhouettes of parting words
left in eraser dust.
These are the overcoats left
hanging
on the backs of empty bar chairs.
We sat on the precipice of a deep
conversation.
Your face was a blur.
Mar 7, 2020
Mar 7, 2020 at 10:40 AM UTC
This is a portrait of backs turned.
It's inspired by windows
on a railcar
passing an anywhere town
where turned backs
the shape of faraway kites
move farthest on windy days.
This is the wall
where a portrait of backs turned
could have been framed,
captioned
by the silhouettes of parting words
left in eraser dust.
These are the overcoats left
hanging
on the backs of empty bar chairs.
We sat on the precipice of a deep
conversation.
Your face was a blur.
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