11/9 GOING

Train ride in bright sunshine

Stations wizzing by, then a bridge. Under September clouds

a single bird turns and completes a new spiral.


The sunlight blinds me

I close my eyes, let the

frail warmth sink in and

fill my features.


Time for waiting

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