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Mar 2020
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,
by the silhouettes of parting words
left in eraser dust.

These are the overcoats left
on the backs of empty bar chairs.

We sat on the precipice of a deep
Your face was a blur.
Antino Art
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Antino Art  33/M/Raleigh, NC
(33/M/Raleigh, NC)   
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