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May 02, 2022 07:20

I keep looking for where the light falls in slantwards through the window.
It isn't what it used to be (nothing is) and I'm old enough to know
that the sun under this roof is the same sun
waking the same way
but the light steps differently, cautious

It hits the wall of my kitchen, misses the floor, rebounds off a red refrigerator
sliding in for home, fingers reaching,
but lights, sparks, fades before there's more
than an answering flare of wondering recognition.
Hi. You followed me?

I'm the same as I was before, but different.
Light, spark, fade faster than ever
but in the middle of the early morning, a slice of warmth.

When he's around, she tells me wistfully,
you shine a little bit more
the implication being
that he is dangerous

It's dimmer now, fainter, a fixed regard without a smile,
fading by the second.
I keep looking
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