The Glow
it is here he believes
the hard jagged corners that hold
the coldest of shadows beckon
crumbled steps
ceaseless wind
a smiling man (bearded) walking by on large hands greets
his cheer lingers inspires
from nowhere a gliding choir of crow surround glisten
he loses himself in their precious invitations
then unseen kicks over a bucket of discarded words
harmlessly he races away
chasing them
crying out
in his
dis-
believing
glow
The Glow
jppestana
2.8.24
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