circling silent
streets
leaves bowing
away from
shared space
solitude sought
into a funnel
pouring the all
of life
down it returns
night after
night
standing in the
doorway
dark night slow
departure
impression on
the glass
hours of rain
finally ceased
imitation
sunlight
clears the fog
the weight of
emptiness
heart swept
bare
mind won’t let
it fly
from hands
reaching up...
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