Mar 2021
~
On a clear day
I can see my sister
It's between six and seven o'clock
and a beautiful expanse of water, reflecting her cultivated shores
a nod, a smile,
through the vapor
castles in the air, ruling over
the available light
then in a moment, she's lost
half her height
and bent into arcades, like those
of a Roman aqueduct
evaporate before me she will
the fading of family, a returning
to cold white at the dawning
of an unfriendly expanse
~
On a clear day
I can see my sister
It's between six and seven o'clock
and a beautiful expanse of water, reflecting her cultivated shores
a nod, a smile,
through the vapor
castles in the air, ruling over
the available light
then in a moment, she's lost
half her height
and bent into arcades, like those
of a Roman aqueduct
evaporate before me she will
the fading of family, a returning
to cold white at the dawning
of an unfriendly expanse
~
(54/M/The Exclusion Zone)
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