Friday, January 03, 2014

Collections: Warped Passage


Along straggling streets that will never connect them
the woman moves on. Her son elbows through the crush
searching for any door left ajar
any wedge of light spilling into the hooded evening.

He pulls keys out of his pocket and tries every lock,
but it’s not easy to find the way back home
when night curves without warning
the stars do not touch
the road stretches down to the sea.

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