Slowly they resolve
turning inside out
right and left relieved
yet so often
tremulous questioning
the possibility
of knowing what we know
stars bloom around
their gaping eyes as they strive
to comprehend
the beigeness of his jacket
his right hand barely holding
little gray shards
of streets they see how it is
harder to think
up a suitable answer in the blank
whiteness to navigate a path
pinkened by windblown
cherry blossoms
in crestfallen octaves
they fall away
evening’s incongruously empty
sidewalks heightening
their anxiety sending them
into the breech its fury
swirling and whipping their dreams
into wild white horses
(c) 2018, by Hannah Six
Image: public domain/PxHere
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